The text comes through. Gone. In the blink of an eye. So young, and yet so beyond his years. A boy and yet a man who knew what it was to worship, to adore the Savior in whose footsteps he followed, whom he now sees face to face. Hearts are shattered and yet we know, we believe with Bonhoeffer, as he was facing imminent death:
“This is the end–but for me—the beginning of life.”
Mark’s thoughts on heaven a few weeks before going home are worth pondering. I know my heart is a little closer to heaven because he has gone before.