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In 2018 there were four who exited life's door never to return. There was an additional one whom I feared might also depart, but he recovered from his sickness and now continues his mission. My acquaintance with each of them was for many years a God-send. Each of them entered this world and walked upon the stage of life.                                      

We enter this world one by one and at once our stories begin to unfold and later to be told. There's much to be told between the dashes, but here I speak of exits only and how they contrast. In years past I paid meager attention to little things that in the grand scheme of life are not small. I see and observe more now, feel more deeply what surrounds me, especially when they take their exits.  I apologize if it appears small to you, but to me it is huge.  

It's the exits of four men in 2018 of which I speak.  Men of my acquaintance and friendship who completed their mission. It is not their demise that arrests me, but I am somewhat captured by their contrasting exits.  I was privileged to sit and talk with one and pray with him in his dying days. We spoke of some pleasantries we shared together, and I was pleased with being allowed to say goodbye.  With another who did not linger, I rushed to his bedside some three days before his demise.  He observed me with a stare, unable to respond as I stroked his hands and head.  My third friend was a public figure and received a public celebration before his final exit.  At the end of the service, I kissed the top of his head saying, "Goodbye, I love you."                                           

The sun, having received its commission, rises in the east and proceeds with its daily mission of providing light and energy.  It then sets in the west often with the most awesome glow, beautifying the horizon.  But sometimes, the sun exits or sets contrastingly with a rainbow or even cloud cover, like the exit of my fourth and final friend whose passing was sudden and more arresting than the others.  Less than 60, much younger than the others, he departed without a word. However, several days before his departure, I was privileged to spend a few telling moments with him. Contrasting exits. Yours and mine; Only God knows how it will end. But because of Christ, it can be good.

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