Gary A. Fritz on Touching Eternity Through the Death of a Believer
In the summer of 2010 my son Micah set out on a short-term mission trip to Panama. Naturally, my wife and I took him to the airport, whereupon I was reminded again of the sad new world in which we live. Upon checking his luggage, instead of venturing down to the gate to see him off, we were forced to exchange our hugs and bid adieu as Micah joined the long, arduous line at the security checkpoint. Regrettably, gone are the days when airports were fully accessible to anyone who wished to meet or send off friends or family right at the gate.
As a child, I was always enthral . . .