I ended up at church today three different times, for three very disparate reasons. First was the Sunday morning worship service. Then this afternoon I attended the funeral of a friend (more about that later). This evening I went back for a training sessions for children's ministry workers. Our friend Scott died this week from complications of leukemia. He was part of our small group, although he didn't get to attend very often due to his health. He was always so cheerful in the face of his illness. In fact, the very first time he came to our group he had his chemo pack on. Scott handled cancer with grace and I'm so glad I had the pleasure of knowing him as a friend. I'll miss him, but one day I'll see him again. He just gets to meet Jesus before I do.