I’d like to share a post written by Tonya, a good friend of both Jason and Alina, written on the eighth (and re-posted on the ninth) anniversary of their deaths.

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I originally posted this last year on today’s sad anniversary. I still struggle with these same things another year later as I remember my friends. I’m comforted by these verses from 1 Corinthians.

1 Corinthians 15:51-57 Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed—  in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.  For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality.  When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.^“

“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”

The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin…

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