If you click this link, you'll read a brief story about a man who was dead at least one whole year before anyone noticed. And the kicker: the finding of his body was coincidental/accidental.

Maybe I'm affected by the exertion from the day... or the season... or a sudden jolt of humanity... but I can't take this story for anything other than how sad it is.

1. Apparently, Mr. Ricardo was unloved. If you love someone, you care. You check up. It's what you do. (Note to Mom and Dad: I'm calling tomorrow.)
2. He was alone. 'Nuff said.

What scares you? Car accidents? Earthquakes? A bald Britney? I'll betcha that for most people, being unloved and being alone are right on the top of their list of fears, whether they realize it not.

My advice: Hope in Christ.

1. He went to prepare a place for us. Jn 14 is marriage language. We are loved.
2. We have a promise that He will never leave us nor forsake us, and we have the Holy Spirit. We are never alone.