Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Sunday, April 16, 2006
EASTER MESSAGE
“This day can be a hard one for people who have recently lost loved ones and for all of us when we struggle with doubt about what lies beyond the mystery of death. And yet, the day can be celebrated as the centerpiece in the hopeful love that draws us closer to God.” J. Phillip Wogaman, The Upper Room Disciplines 2006
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