I was looking over some photos from church and came across some from a gathering just 2 years ago. As I looked at the pictures, I realized how many of the people have died in such a short time, and it reminded me that one of the occupational hazards of being a pastor is constantly living with loss. People cycle into and out of your life for all kinds of reasons, and in the mean time your job is to comfort, encourage, and care for them. So you become attached, and you grieve when they go.

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