Absent-minded driving.

September 10, 2008

Today as I was driving in Saratoga, I decided to stop by the bank before going to tutor one of my students.  My thoughts trailed off, and when I finally came to, I was driving up a steep ramp, trying to avoid the speed bumps.

I was driving up the ramp to my grandpa’s old skilled nursing home.

I miss him.

It is not Death to die, to leave this weary road,
and join the saints who dwell on high,
who’ve found their home with God.
It is not death to close the eyes long dimmed by tears,
and wake in joy before your throne,
delivered from our fears.

O Jesus, conquering the grave,
Your precious blood has power to save.
Those who trust in You will in Your mercy find
that it is not death to die.

It is not death to fling aside this earthly dust,
and rise with strong and noble wing
to live among the just.
It is not death to hear the key unlock the door
that sets us free from mortal years
to praise forevermore.

(Original words by H.A. Malan, trans. by G.W. Bethune, alt. by Bob Kauflin)

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One Response to “Absent-minded driving.”

  1. jennifer l. Says:


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