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I just learned of the death of a former co-worker, a woman of grace and strength who saw her life, her new marriage and unfortunately her faith ravaged by cancer. I was not with her at the time of her passing, but I do pray that she reconciled her anger over her situation with the love and grace of Christ.

Perhaps knowing of her impending passing (she entered a hospice 2 weeks ago) subconsciously informed my previous and coming writings on death and the Showtime series Dead Like Me. Or perhaps it is just coincidence.

This morning, before I knew of her passing, while I was getting ready for work, I penned a short missive - a psalm or proverb if you like - that is oddly appropriate to all that is occurring:

The Wicked's work is never done;
And the Righteous toil unto death.
But the latter goes on to the rewards of Heaven,
while the former spends Eternity in debt.