I did something on Wednesday morning that I have never done before. I wrote a good-bye card to a friend dying of cancer. In it I was able to celebrate a tiny bit of what God has done with his life; I was able to tell him that I am dedicating to him the play that I’ve been writing for the past two years; best of all, I was able to say–“until we meet again.”
As hard as that was to write, and even though I am choked up every time I think about that phrase–including now as I type it–there is such comfort and encouragement in knowing of a certainty that it is true. We will see Keith again. Death, his last enemy, has done its worst, and it has not won. The final battle, the seemingly game-winning point, was made. But the score was long ago decided when Jesus overcame death and rose again. Now, “death, where is your sting? Grave, where is your victory?”
There is a sting in saying good-bye to an old and dear friend and colleague. Keith Sprunger, one of the founding members of all for One productions, breathed his last yesterday morning. His wife, his sisters, his church family and all the others who call him friend, will feel that sting for some time to come. But it is softened, and the bitterness is tempered, by knowing that we have a sure hope of a future reunion party. The promise of no more tears makes sense right now, when tears flow too easily. It will be wonderful to have no reason to cry any more.
As Keith would say, “That’s special.” Lord, haste the day.