I attend a small church. By small — I mean — 100 members give or take. We may be a small community but rich in many ways. Recently, two of our members passed away within six months of each other. Granted, they both lived long lives, but the wisdom vacuum they leave behind will definitely be hard to fill.
Then this past weekend, we lost a single mother in the prime of her life. This summer, she shocked us all with a stage-four cancer diagnosis and before we knew it — she was gone — leaving behind a teen-age son. All this loss seems to be taking a toll on this tiny little church, shaking well-established paradigms of faith and posing all sorts of questions.