1 Thessalonians 4

Recently I attended the trial of a woman accused of killing a college student in a hit and run.

Everybody dies. My mother-in-law intended to be ready.

In June 2012, my Uncle David died. Years of diabetes caused his body to wear out. He was 60 years old.

For my mother, who was 20 years David's senior, the news was devastating. She was supposed to be the one who died first, not her baby brother.

Psychologists describe a "middle knowledge" of the reality of death. How much of this knowledge is good for us?

Perhaps the most insidious byproduct of modern apocalyptic scenarios is that grief is shoved right off the table.