This picture is such a random photo that I snapped of my friend Aubrey while we were at Starbucks four days ago. What you don't see in the far left corner of the cafe, is that Ty and Terri Schenzel were sitting with another person, deep in conversation. When we walked into the cafe I motioned with my neck and said, "Hey Aubrey, there are the Schenzels." We didn't say much not thinking they would know us, but we definitely knew who they were. Yesterday a car crash took them home to be with Jesus. I can't say I knew them beyond the pulpit as the funny preacher and fun-loving couple, but their legacy lives on in tons of lives that were touched for the glory of God. So, I suppose I am writing this less as a memoir of these two and more as a reflection of death and dying as a Christian. One person just commented on Ty's peace about "new adventures" to come and having felt like his work was completed. I am shocked. But yet, I sense the Holy