Why would God take a man in the best years of his life in the middle of a vibrant, effective ministry? So many people have been asking that question around me these days. And I have, too, though I’m not as qualified to ask it as many of my friends. I didn’t really know Dr. Kyle Guimon except by reputation. But his death affects me, too–because my loved ones are hurting over losing him, because I’m growing to care about his widow and son, because I prayed that he would be healed . . . and God chose a different kind of healing.