A friend of mine lost her mom suddenly to cancer this week. I know there’s nothing anyone can say, really, but I remember a talk I heard not long after Mom was gone that gave me a little peace. Maybe someone else could use a little peace, too. So I’ll quote the words I found most meaningful:
I think of how dark that Friday was when Christ was lifted up on the cross….
It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow….
I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.
But the doom of that day did not endure.
The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death….
Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces….
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come….
Joseph Wirthlin, the speaker, passed himself just recently. You can watch him speak by clicking on the follwing link, scrolling down to the section titled Saturday Afternoon Session, and clicking on the far right hand column under “watch.” http://lds.org/conference/sessions/display/0,5239,49-1-646,00.html
So this is BLISS 