I just got home
from another funeral. Seems we've gone to more than our share lately.
And once again, as I left the church, I pled with those closest to me,
"Please don't make my funeral all about me."
We
were an hour and fifteen minutes in to today's funeral before anyone
read from the scriptures, and further in until there was a prayer.
Resurrection wasn't mentioned until the benediction. There were too many
funny stories to tell about the deceased, too many recollections, too
many good things to say about the things she accomplished to speak of
what Christ has accomplished on her behalf.
But then this wasn't a funeral. It was a "Celebration of Life." In
fact there was really little mention of death or of the ugly way
sickness slowly robbed our friend of everything. Christ and his saving
benefits could not be made much of because death and its cruelties were
largely ignored. Continue at Nancy Guthrie
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