Interesting thing happened at church on Sunday. Our guest speaker, Danny Lehman, asked at the opening of his teaching who among us likes going to a funeral. Without second thoughts, without hesitation, I raised my hand. My hubby looked at me with a "are you crazy kind of look" and that's when I realized I was the only one (among hundreds) who raised a hand. I think Danny wasn't even expecting that someone would raise his/her hand....and so from the stage (or pulpit as others would call it), Danny mentioned, "there's only one hand raised, and she is right"....
Not that I don't feel sad when people die...but attending funeral services (or memorial services) makes me reflect about life and death and that aligns my perspective....
In Psalm 39:4-5 David wrote:
"Show me, O Lord, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. You have made my days a mere handbreathe, the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man's life is but a breath. Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro: He bustles about only in vain; he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it. But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you".
* This post was originally published at Liza's Eyeview on 6-10-07.
1 comments:
Dear Joe and Karen,
I do not know what to write but have to let you know our hearts really, really ache for you. We pray for you and your family everyday.
With love,
Lee and Renee
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