My friend Bill

It is three years ago this week that my friend Bill Friesen was tragically killed while clearing land on the site where he was planning to build their new home. Bill and I had not seen each other very often in recent years, but I alwlays called him my best friend. Bill was a man of integrity. He was honest, compassionate, faithful and wise. Bill was the kind of a man that is needed to make this world a good place. But he is gone. Why?

The mysteries of life cannot always be explained by doctrine, but they must always be accepted by faith. The will be understood in eternity.