He died this morning.
I just stared at the headline.
I knew he had cancer. I knew he’d fought it off at least once. I didn’t know he was that bad off, though.
He had a good radio show before he went to the White House as press secretary. I enjoyed listening to him. And I was glad to hear him once in a while on The Radio Factor after he retired from his WH job. But I didn’t know him personally. So why should his death matter to me?
I don’t know.
And why should it matter any more than the young man in Somalia that died at about the same time Tony did? (I assume one did.)
I don’t know that either.
In any event, I keep wondering what Mr. Snow learned after he died.
What will you learn after you die?
So…what should we learn before we die?
And when shall we try to learn it?
“So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom” (Psalm 90:12).
“And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment” (Hebrews 9:27).
“For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain” (Philippians 1:21).
May the Snow family find the Good Shepherd’s comfort and peace and strength and courage.