I have cancer – – a somewhat aggressive form of bladder cancer. CANCER! That is a scary word, especially when the doctor says you have it. After all, about 600,000 Americans die every year of cancer. Pondering one’s cancer certainly evokes what the Psalmist says about the temporal, transitory nature of our life here on this lovely planet: “As for mortals, their days are like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more” (Psalm 103:15-16; see also Psalm 90:5.). Another Psalm says that God “remembers that we are but flesh, a passing breeze that does not return”(Psalm 78:39).

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