Are you ever afraid of dying? I’m not talking about the dying that will deposit you directly into the Lord’s presence (as some hold). But the dying that will tear you from the fabric of here, here where you’ve seen wonders. I don’t believe I’ve ever told you I fear that second kind of dying. But I do. I’m telling you now because I’ve recently seen how life changes in an ordinary instant, reminds us we live in a game of gossip, whispering our stories to the next in line. We die. Then we’re passed along in another’s tongue, and I’m afraid they’ll edit a crucial detail.