I don’t get it. I don’t understand what it means when a group of people in a church for a memorial service sing “every joy or testing [sorrow] comes from God above, given to his children as an act of love.” This morning we were celebrating the life of Nopi Tsohantaridis. Nopi’s time on a bed in a care center was a gift from God? I don’t buy that. And death? Death was not God’s plan. Death came into the world as the result of disobedience/sin. We did it to ourselves.