| Here is a post about my sister by the editorial cartoonist for the indianapolis star that I thought was good and thought I would share it with whoever may read this. Living on a Promise Her journal entry poetically describes that out her window she could hear sounds of the night. Then it says, "Does this please you as much as it pleases me, Lord?" Seventeen year old Elizabeth (Lizzie) Tate kept a journal that was basically a love letter to God. On October 8, Lizzie met the one she had been writing to. A car accident took her life. Tears have been shed, eulogies read, sermons preached and yet the thought that grips everyone's mind is "Why?" Even Christians can't help but question Providence when life takes such a tragic turn. Lizzie was a talented singer and actor in her senior year at Bethesda Christian School. A young woman of faith with a promising future was cut short. Why? Dr. Warren Wiersbe once said that we live by promises, not explanations. If you are sick and your doctor only gives you an in-depth explanation of your ailment, what good is it? You can't live on that. On the other hand if he gives you a promise that you will recover, then that is something you can live on. A promise is much more valuable than an explanation. It gives you hope. A Christian's hope is that death is not a "goodbye," it's a "see you later." A story is told of a rich man who owned a huge estate. His gardener took great pride in tending the property. One day the gardener became outraged because the most beautiful flower from each bush had been cut off. He frantically questioned the other employees to see if they knew who had done such a thing. Then he was told that early in the morning, the owner came and cut the prettiest flowers to take back to his estate so that he could enjoy them. Obviously the owner has the right to do whatever he wants. But he made a promise and it is evident from Lizzie's journal that she had faith in that promise. Now that is something I can live on. Posted by Gary Varvel at 7:00 AM | Comments (32)
found at blogs.indystar.com/expresso/archives/2005/10/
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