Each time i attend a funeral, death becomes more of a reality. It hits me hard for a couple of reasons.
Firstly, it is because life becomes different, and that process is difficult. A factor of influence has been taken away, and the sum of influences in my life changes and life takes a different momentum. People disappear. Like, one moment I'm talking to her, the next moment she's totally out of my life. And then I look at the world - life goes on as if what had happened wasn't a big deal. It IS a big deal to me, but the world out there doesn't seem to understand or care. So the next day I go with the flow, doing the things I've been doing. It's so cruel. Why doesn't the whole world just pause for a moment so that I can take time off to settle stuff? Why can't the world just stop running when I need a break?
The second point is my response to the first - life in this world is meaningless. I get stuff, I give stuff. I do stuff, and I undo stuff by doing some more stuff. I gain stuff, I lose stuff. I like stuff, I dislike stuff. I remember stuff, I forget stuff. And when it's my turn to be the object of the funeral, all this stuff counts for nothing. Damn these things! I am meant for SO MUCH MORE! I know it cos I see the capacity in me for things that are infinitely big and eternal. But I have to die.
God loves the world, so Jesus came. Whoever trusts in Him will have ETERNAL life. That's the beauty of the Gospel. It isn't for people who have it going, or so they think. It isn't for people who are great, or so they think. It isn't for people who are safe, or so they think. The Gospel of Jesus Christ is for those who realise that at the end of this road, all their accumulated stuff counts for nothing, and they're desperate for something beyond this temporal existence. It's not just what the Bible says. Our desires confirm that. Our appetite for fairytales confirm that. Worldwide trends confirm that. Terrorism confirms that (the terrorists are desperately trying to earn their place in 'heaven').
The Gospel is so appealing to our intellectual and emotional need because it satisfies us with hope (of something that has not yet come). That even if the Gospel wasn't true, it's still worth believing. But I know it's true, because Jesus came into my life and did something REAL and ETERNAL inside. And there's nothing anyone can say, no argument thrown at me, that will change my mind about that.
So, Aunty May has just accomplished her purpose on earth. She has made the decision to be honest with her need and follow Christ. And because of that I'm sure that I'll see her in paradise, soon.
