Emphasis Preaching Journal
Now and then
Commentary
One day, shortly after the funeral of a beloved woman, I walked through a cemetery with her widower. We stopped together at the grave for a few minutes and stood in silence. Then the widower walked off on his own. I watched him wandering through the marble orchard, reading, no, studying the inscriptions on the markers. In about a half hour he returned and confessed he was confused.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.

