I got a call on Wednesday by a local funeral home to do a funeral for someone whose pastor was out of town. I agreed to help. So Thursday night was the funeral and today we had the burial despite the downpour of rain. As much as I don't like to do funerals at the same time I look forward to helping people process death and their feelings of loss. They thanked my profusely for helping them and told me how much the words I spoke really helped them. That is cool. That's partly why I went into ministry. To help people.
The other thing that I think about at funerals is my own mortality and my faithfulness to serving God's purposes here on earth. The lady we buried today served God with all she had. To the naked eye that would not be much but God does not measure things the way we do. I hope, if the Lord tarries, that I will be counted faithful at the end of my life. I can't help to think, Blessed be the name of the Lord.
The other thing that I think about at funerals is my own mortality and my faithfulness to serving God's purposes here on earth. The lady we buried today served God with all she had. To the naked eye that would not be much but God does not measure things the way we do. I hope, if the Lord tarries, that I will be counted faithful at the end of my life. I can't help to think, Blessed be the name of the Lord.
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