I continue to be amazed by the number of things that took place in our world during Samantha’s short life. Last year, so much revolution and upheaval took place in the Middle East. Much was during my hospital stay before Samantha’s birth, but some was after. The day after she was born, Japan was rocked by an earthquake. Two days before she died, the last space shuttle took off. I’m thinking about all of this because we visited the Houston Space Center yesterday with my sister, brother-in-law, and nieces. As we walked through a section dedicated to the space shuttle program, it hit me again the connection to her life. While she was in the ICU, the royal wedding took place. It was even on the television in her room, probably because the night shift nurses were watching it as they came in and out. I sat with her for a while and watched it myself. In four short months, I saw so many things change in our world, and yet stay the same. And the biggest of all was Samantha’s life. I am forever changed because of her, and yet life remains essentially the same. There will be no holiday in her honor, no celebration or parade. There won’t be a news story or reporters with cameras following us around. But she made a difference in our lives and in the lives of those she touched. It might not be world-changing, but it changed us.
And that is why I am confident in my faith in Christ. Here is a man who spoke and inspired many, who performed miracles, and who died a criminal’s death. He changed the lives of all of those He touched, but if that was all there was to the story, we wouldn’t still tell it today. No, He rose, and His resurrection means the story continues for all time, all people, all places. Jesus is the ultimate world-changer. Nothing can stop us from sharing it.