And they are some our guide for Marmite first timers. First toast your pillowy soft bread.

Push that.

Liberally spread that butter. Stroke that Marmite open.

Dip that knife and spread that. Don't overload.

And taste that. Marmite. Love it.

Hate it. Get it on.

Talk to me, sleep.

Even before I boarded my flight to Israel, I had been dealing with issues that tested me.

My mother had been battling cancer for some time.

And I had taken a short break from my God-given assignment to visit her in my home country of Greece.

That was probably a mistake, because I saw how the disease was wrecking her body.

I had to come to terms with the fact that she wouldn't be on this earth much longer.

She would tell me, you mustn't cry, my son.

You can't weep for someone who was on their way to visit the Lord.

I kept a straight face for her, but inwardly I was tormented.

I questioned my faith, because the prayers I offered for her well-being were going unanswered.

It made little sense to me, because I had seen how God healed others during my missionary work.

Why then was my mother being excluded from his mercy?

Wasn't she more righteous than the sinners that received his miracles?

Just as I was gathering my things from the taxi to go inside the airport.

My brother gave me a call to tell me my mom had passed.

Even though I thought I was ready for the news, it felt like I had been crushed by a boulder.

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