Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?
Today was a strange day. Stunned silence filled the Jeepney ride home from the landfill site today as I shared what 4 of us had spent our last few hours of ministry doing. Phoebe, a girl of 11 or so, asked us to come and pray, not uncommon here, but in this instance it was for a dead baby who had died 24 hours previous. We laid hands on the baby and prayed for 1 hour and 15 minutes before the coffin arrived. In that time we saw no change in the condition of the baby. We were