Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord; yes, they are blessed indeed, for they will rest from all their toils and trials, for their good deeds follow them. (Revelation 14:13)
Think of a typical funeral: a fully occupied casket or urn is in place at the front of the hall, or at the graveside. The sight and scent of flowers dominate the atmosphere, as if to cover up any sensory indications of death. Soft music can barely be heard in the background, and yet stands out, for lack of anything in the foreground. As friends and relatives drift in they are formally but kindly greeted and guided to their seats. A few subdued pleasantries are exchanged, and then the service begins. The one officiating welcomes all attendees, and speaking on behalf of the bereaved, thanks them for coming to pay their respects. After a prayer, and maybe some more music, the obituary is read: “Our dearly departed was born at that time, at that place, lived there and then there, doing this, and that…and then died – at this time, in this place.” People listen, albeit absent-mindedly, at this official but dispassionate rehearsal of the bare bones of a life that has come and gone. But then they are invited to participate in the proceedings by standing and sharing what the deceased meant to them, and how he or she “will never be gone” because of the indelible impressions, the “heartprints,” this dear one has left behind. What could the speaker add in a prepared eulogy that could possibly match the detail, beauty and sincerity of sentiment that have just flowed from the mouths and memories of loving mourners? But he has a sermon to preach, a basic Bible lesson on the uncertainty of life, the inevitability of death, and the hope of resurrection and reunion. A bold challenge may even be sent forth regarding those left behind – present company included – that they consider their ways and examine their hearts, to be prepared to meet their Maker (that it may be a friendly meeting) when their time comes. The focus of attention flows from man, to God, but then back to man again, as tears are shed, flowers are strewn, necks are hugged, dirt is poured – “ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” Then folks get in their cars, drive slowly through the town, eventually sitting down somewhere to eat and talk, a strangely appropriate venue for building and rebuilding relationships. But always in the back of minds is this blessing – this eulogy – of the one whose parting was just marked, who has gone on to his long awaited rest and reward, leaving work behind for others to take up. But his good deeds will follow him, leaving a clear path for us to walk in, leading us straight to his Savior. Will this be the eulogy spoken over you? Will this be your legacy?
Bits & Pieces from Japan
14 years ago
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