We’re sorry to hear of the passing of Tony Snow at age 53. He always carried himself with grace and humility, but I hadn’t realized to what extent until I found this link to a piece he wrote last summer about his battle with cancer.
Blessings arrive in unexpected packages—in my case, cancer.
I don’t know why I have cancer, and I don’t much care. It is what it is—a plain and indisputable fact. Yet even while staring into a mirror darkly, great and stunning truths begin to take shape. Our maladies define a central feature of our existence: We are fallen. We are imperfect. Our bodies give out.
But despite this—because of it—God offers the possibility of salvation and grace.