Good morning! This past week I was in the beautiful Smokey Mountains. We went to Cades Cove, which is the oldest part of the Smokey Mountain National Park. It was settled by Baptist pioneers in the early 1800s. We made a stop at the Cades Cove Primitive Baptist Church, which had a large graveyard outside of it. I noticed one large headstone near the path through the cemetery: It read LAZARUS OLIVER: 1827-1902. Of course, as I was walking, I knew that I was set to preach on the Lazarus story this weekend. And the reality of death struck me. I was standing in a place where generations of dead people had been buried
