I do not often write a column after I have just written a funeral message. But I am today. In just a little while, I will preach the funeral of a man who was far too young to die, a man who had an infectious smile, a sweet personality and a lot to live for.
I hate funerals, but I especially hate funerals like that.
I will call him Pete. I had not seen him in a few years, but for a short while, he attended my church. He started missing, and I started calling to find out why. So he came to see me, and we had a conversation. Pete informed me that he had a substance addiction and was going to get a week of treatment for it.
I have been doing this long enough to know that a week or two is usually not very effective in overcoming an addiction.