Less than 500 words.
The few words written by Tom “T. F. Thompson” drilled somewhere very deep inside me.
To explain why would need much more than just “500 words”.
It would need my whole life journey.
I hope something shifts inside you as well as you read these few words.
Thank you Tom –
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There he stood in shock; he was stunned and trembling and beyond denial that my friend, George’s newborn child was dead. And yet, yes, his child was indeed dead: dead to the touch, dead to the world and now lay cold and blue and lifeless and pitiful inside the maternity ward of the hospital. Compounding the demanding situation was now, another lady from another room who beckoned George to tend to her plight as her child too was motionless and was presently held by the hysterical mother who begged for God to answer the cry of disbelief.
“Pray for my child.” she sobbed. “At least baptize my infant child so that he might enter heaven with our master.”
Of course, George knew this was ridiculous. There was no need to baptize a dead infant, and no, there was no theology to back it up: In fact,the opposite was true.
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