I have been reflecting this past weekend on the pilgrimage we call life. Every day we live is a day closer to the day when we will be reunited with God. None of us know how long we will live or the date of our death and that is a great thing, or else we would spend the whole of our life worrying about the end of it. My thoughts have focused on mortality as I went south last week to conduct the funeral of a cousin who died at age 60. It was strange seeing family members I have not seen for years and realising that we have all aged. I also helped my parents celebrate 50 years of marriage and the family meal was joyful. Throughout our lives sadness is often lightened by joy and joy tinged with sadness. That is the way of life until we reach the heavenly kingdom.