The day I went into the woods with the shotgun I went to face my grief head-on. After I emptied all my shells and tore up quite a few branches by hand, I collapsed on a log, my rage spent. Jesus then tenderly sidled up and asked me, Why are you grieving? The question felt strange, insensitive. Why? You very well know why. But his question had the same tone the angels used when the disciples came to the grave of Jesus on Easter morning: “Why do you look for the living among the dead?” (Luke 24:5). Jesus went on, Craig is not dead; you know that. So let us talk about your loss. He began to help
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