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Jordan Holden

This morning, my family and I attended the funeral of Jordan Holden. Jordan's mom is my wife's colleague at Cornerstone Christian School. She has taught all our children, and is an excellent math teacher. Jordan was Kelli's classmate for many years, since they were children. In fact, there is a story going around that Kelli broke Jordan's heart in the second grade.

Jordan died tragically, and much too young. The last time I spoke to him was last year when he came up to me at the mall and gave me a handshake. He was very courteous and friendly. When he walked away, I asked my wife, "Who was that?" It had been a couple of years since I had seen him, and I just hadn't recognized him. He had really grown up--but he was still much too young to die.

As I was at the funeral, I remembered these words from Ecclesiastes:

Better to spend your time at funerals than at parties.
After all, everyone dies—
so the living should take this to heart.
Sorrow is better than laughter,
for sadness has a refining influence on us.
A wise person thinks a lot about death,
while a fool thinks only about having a good time

May God bless and comfort his mom and brother, and the rest of the family and friends.

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