Tremendous Tracey
What I'd Give for an Hour
October is my favorite month, and it is the month I lost both of my parents. My mother, Gloria, went home on October 14 seven years ago, and my father, Charlie “Tremendous” Jones, went home on October 16 eighteen years ago. What I’d give for an hour with them again. Then the pastor who baptized me in the River Jordan preached a sermon on 1 Thessalonians 4, and I wept. Paul wrote that chapter to grieving people, and his answer to them is the answer I needed this week: the dead in Christ rise first, and we are caught up together with them. I am not going to get an hour with my parents. I am going to get eternity, and I may be in the generation that never sees death at all. This October I am not only looking back. I am looking up.
The Anointed Call of Leadership
A Tremendous Fall
