When I was a child I thought that my grandparents were being morbid by checking the obituaries every day. As I grow older I am understanding. I am not reading the obituaries to find out that I am not listed there. However, my colleagues and dear parishioners are dying around me. In the obituaries, the birth dates of the deceased are creeping closer to my own. The resurrection of the flesh and the life of the world to come have become more important to me. He who formed the world of water has reformed my life in the sacrament of water (2 Peter 3:5); giving me life thereby. I am His new creation in Christ. The obituary that really means most to me is my certificate of baptism; framed on my office wall. I am dead. I live in Christ. Come, Lord Jesus!