Day 12

I've lived a life of relative ease, and as such I'm not sure I relate very well to hardship. I've never taken death very seriously. And people that don't take death seriously probably don't take life very seriously. However, I'm getting better, or is it worse? I mean, as I age I've seen more and understand more. My best friend growing up, as cliché as it sounds, has seen a lot. He's the most creative and feeling person I've ever met. We both moved to Hinton the same year and became fast friends. An aside: it was a conversation with Jim that set me to start this daily project.

It's hard to write about this without giving the full story, but as an adult Jim walked into his boyhood home to find his stepfather dead. Jack Cornelius, a Vietnam vet who'd raised Jim since middle school, had committed suicide. That exposure and acquaintance to death, can't help but tinge his work.

This poster is based on a 50-word short story that he wrote. It's a piece about empathy—beyond mere words, literally joining in another's pain. It's a piece about the suffering Savior. "For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin." (2 Corinthians 5:21, ESV)