So there I was. Today actually, cutting our grass, (well, lowering the weeds to be exact). Headlights caught my eye down the road, and there was a slow-moving silver vehicle, and within seconds, no, make that an instant, I realized it was a funeral procession.
Having been called upon to offer eulogies, sometimes without notice, I appreciate the solemnity of the final curtain, the last act, where we as humans take our rightful place among the deceased, so I stopped my mower. I stopped out of respect for another’s passing, and watched the first car pass, the hearse.
Then the second, then the fourth, then the tenth, then the twentieth, then the fiftieth; they seemed to go on endlessly, and I caught the eyes of many a passenger, as if to say, ‘thank you for pausing.’
No clue who died, how old or young, male or female, did not matter, just offering a courtesy among a busy day. Then I thought:
It takes God no more effort to accept the deceased than to create the life in the first place, so why do we resist Him? Why do we trod this earth as if it is ours, as if we own the registered trademarks to the origin, planning, directing, controlling, and maintenance of all that is?
Glad you asked. It is called rebellion, and it is a mean streak that is woven into our fabric. See the three-year kid with the chocolate Hershey bar behind his back with his mouth oozing the sweet stuff? When asked, ‘did you take the candy?’ He looks around for someone to blame, and while thinking you do not see his brown lips and his hands hiding the goods, he says: ‘Who me? Nope.’
Rebellion does not requiring learning. So the funeral passed, as we all have an expiration date. The Lord would weep at the grave of Lazarus; He was well aware of Mary and Martha, for no one was more qualified to understand the sting of sin. He proved He understood. He took His place in Joseph’s tomb.
So while the skies above were gorgeous blue, hearts of loved ones were encased in black. But hidden in that darkness is hope. But who wants to hear scripture when the eyes cannot see through the fog of tears and while the sound of death is oh so heavy? Who wants to hear when the heart is sick with love gone? Maybe tomorrow…
What we do understand in times like this: tempis fugit. Time flies. Ain’t that the truth. But death is proof that resistance is futile. There are far better causes in life than to harass God. And yes, the Lord careth for you, and He giveth more grace.
“There are far better causes in life than to harass God”
Yes, there are. Just the other day one of my regular detractors more or less lectured me about wasting my time on God when this life was all there was. His point was, when it’s over, it’s over, so why would I waste my time serving a God who doesn’t exist.
The question really is, if this is all we have, why would that fellow waste HIS life chasing around and flailing against a God who does not exist.
Never did get an answer to my question.
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Regular detractors? Ha, too much. Yeah, it’s your fault people see the stars above, the light at night, (the moon) the oceans, trees, whales, eagles, bears, mothers, babies, scripture, on and on; it’s YOUR fault they do not see the hand of God.
Please Wally, take some responsibility will ya! It’s your fault that life itself is not proof of the Creator.
(for first time readers, this is pure sarcasm, just in case)
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Ha..probably a good idea to add that last part ColorStorm, as some have no sense of humor.
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Reblogged this on Talmidimblogging.
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Amen—and again amen
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Thanks to Jesus, we can laugh at any evil. Even death.
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Nothing like scripture is there CT to answer all life’s issues.
Probably won’t find much laughter at funerals, but you make the greater point.
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Honestly, that little boy with the chocolate on his mouth was my husband’s first (and thankfully, only) foray into crime–at the local HyVee when he was around 6 years old. It’s in all of us, bar none.
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Crime! Love it Dlj. It’s all a matter of perspective.
So we can appreciate the scriptures when we read Joseph or Zacharias were good men, while at the same time Paul reminds us: there is none that doeth good, no not one.
No inconsistencies as the narrative is perfected suited to the context.
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Ah, so well said, Colorstorm, and such great synchronicity, too. You and I both seem to be thinking of death today. It is the great equalizer, the unbridled truth that we all must face.
God is also the unbridled truth that we all must face. He is so beautiful too, so loving towards us all, no one in their right mind should want to delay the introduction. His arms are the kind you run towards, not away from.
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That’s a lot of deep stuff there msbytes, in that God is seen as we desire. To the stout of heart, He will appear as ugly. To the mischievous, He will be called evil.
But God is neither dark, ugly, or evil. These things are not compatible with your beauty and pure water.
So the woman says……if I can but touch the hem of His garment…….that’s all. I just need to be close. She saw beauty and fulness where others saw inconvenience perhaps. But a little faith aimed in the right direction………….. 😉
And yep, good stuff with a similar theme today.
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So well said ColorStorm. Rebellion touches everyone at some point but death puts this fantasy to waste. Be that you know God before it comes eh?
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