He had a full life...
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He had a full life, building a small chain of fabric stores and accumulating a small fortune. He was a self-made man. He was Jewish, but he didn't have much use for the synagogue. Now he was confined to a hospital bed, and had been on the oncology ward for two weeks. He was dying of cancer. He liked the chaplain who had visited a few times. That added to his anger -- a new friendship he knew he was soon to lose. He must have known it was close to the end, because the anger welled up. "I just wonder, Chaplain," he asked, "can you give me a reason for all this?" The chaplain smiled eagerly for he loved to get questions like this. "You mean, the reason for life and death?" He had a ready answer for this one. "Yes," the angry, dying man said, "but don't give me your Moses or your Jesus. I've heard these too many times and they don't mean a thing to me." The chaplain got an empty feeling in the bottom of his stomach. "Then I can't help you after all. You really don't want my answer if you ask it that way. Because the answer is to surrender to the power of God, as his servant like Moses, or as his son, like Jesus, and accept the gift as he gives it. That can give us a pride and joy in the sure and certain hope he offers, but not the kind of pride you have, which has no joy." -- Mosley
