For the Ones Who Left, and the Ones Who Miss Them

Some of us left church. Some of us still go every Sunday, and we miss someone who stopped coming. My new book comes out today, and it is for both sides of that door.

Some of us left church. Some of us still go every Sunday, and we miss someone who stopped coming. My new book comes out today, and it is for both sides of that door.
After I lost my wife of thirty years to ovarian cancer, my life crumbled.
Después de perder a mi esposa de treinta años de matrimonio por un cáncer de ovario, mi vida se derrumbó.
I didn't grow up in a Christian home. God saved me from my sins, and from myself, when I was fourteen years old.
Yo no crecí en un hogar cristiano. Dios me salvó de mis pecados, y de mí mismo, cuando tenía catorce años.
When I was a young Christian, I loved the Lord's Prayer.
Cuando era un joven cristiano, me encantaba el Padrenuestro.
I thought I was making real progress in my grief. Then the holidays came.
Pensé que estaba haciendo un progreso real en mi duelo. Luego llegaron las festividades.
Most of our lives lean toward tomorrow.