Memorial service for 4 RCMP officers

spring05

The pain of our loss is beyond anything we could
> have ever imagined. Over
> and over again people tell us that they could never
> begin to understand the
8 e7 L+ H$ ~5 N' f; O> depth of our loss. That is true. But we know of One
7 f1 K" a/ K+ n& l: H) p( {> who does understand and
+ s- O$ y' H% h$ f- K% j  C, I> feel our pain because He lost His son, too. It
/ _7 ]) H9 ~; f+ E7 U> happened when God gave the
  ~6 S* k! D$ }* |0 s( p% D9 ?' K> sinless life of His son ant the cross to redeem
> sinful lives and to purchase
  Q! e( S+ s7 `5 D% w+ N  }+ ]> forgiveness for us all. There days later, He raised
> His son from the dead
6 o7 p$ _; B, f* C! ^: w> and conquered death. It is though this event where
. W* c; M$ i: ^# Y> human history was
> intersected by divine grace and mercy that we have
> hope. This hope, that's
> what's sustaining us. It's not an idle wish, but a
> certainty based on the
" y" z& r+ a5 `5 @/ w> promise of God. And this hope fills us with eager
& T' v4 ?6 r/ @7 o4 `$ H> anticipation and a longing
> for the time when we shall be forever with the Lord.
> It is this hope that
8 L8 ?* g. K' S, U$ A> will ease the pain of our loss, as the Prince of
. w; }8 Q4 {  B/ |> Peace comes to our hearts
; e1 q: g1 D+ p/ K# C% n> and says to be still and know that I am God.
>
> Peter told me a year ago, "Dad, if something ever
> happens to me, I want
> people to hear about Jesus and to hear about hope."
>
> Constable Peter Schiemann, my son, I carried out
; }  O8 `/ W: S4 Z> your wish this afternoon.
>
& N9 e9 N% \* H1 U7 ]4 D> Peter, we will see you in heaven, but we can hardly
" l2 r1 Y6 T  R- S6 S1 h& K> wait.