by Ryan Kidd

Well, I'm dead. Cold, stiff, beginning to rot, soon to be buried. This is no time for an auto-biography or a eulogy. No, my reputation won't matter to me now.

I just want to share some thoughts. Maybe these words will help you see things from my perspective.

Life is short. Death comes unexpectedly. There's little to distinguish man from beast as our bodies depart from this sin sick earth.

Some of you are probably glad to see me here, boxed in finally. Especially those who wanted my estate. Also my rivals. But you'll only express sorrow in public.

Those glad to see me here and publicly joyful about it are my brothers and sisters resting in the abundant Grace of Jesus. For me the sorrow of death was a moment past. Glory is mine. You know this and share my joy, anticipating your own.

[to be continued...]