The cloud of witnesses.
On our "get involved" page, we listed a few people to pray for, alongside of whom we've been walking this path of brain cancer. Since we last updated that page, two of those prized saints have been called home to Jesus. Phoebe Fair was just a little girl, younger than Charlie, older than Annie. She was loved and treasured by her Jesus-serving family, and by strangers like us who prayed for her and reached for our phones each morning to check for news of her health.
Bob Guge, a dear family friend, passed away just this week. He will be remembered on this earth for making the world more beautiful with his many children and grandchildren (and grandchildren still to be born) and with his lovely, award-winning art.
I knew Phoebe only through her parents' words and Bob through the eyes of my childhood, but I share with each of them things that are precious and defining - a specific brand of sickness, and a savior who promised to transform our lowly bodies to be like his glorious body, by the power that enables him even to subject all things (cancer, death, pain, suffering, loss) to himself.
Bob and Phoebe, what's that like?
Fairs and Guges, we persist with prayers for your comfort and peace.