"Pastor Sean, can you please call me, Chariel is dead". That was probably the worst text I ever received, but I was not shocked. We knew that Chariel's heart was fragile. In fact, we first learned about his heart defect after he turned blueish and passed out. Now he was just a few weeks away from his heart check up to see if it had gotten large enough yet to have the corrective surgery that we had hoped would save his life. He was only five years old and had a pretty rough life. It started with being born into poverty. He literally came into this world in a shanty under a bridge which had no running water, bathroom, or electricity. His parents, Ariel and Charita, barely made enough to eat each day.
Chariel is not the first little one that I have seen laid to rest. I find the death of a little one much harder to bear than the death of an adult, however, it is even harder for me to handle the pain of those left behind. Seeing the body of a person causes me to think about eternity and where they are. If I know that they are under God's grace, then I don't worry about them, but I pity those of us who are left behind here waiting for our