Monday, September 10, 2007

Thoughts From A Memorial Service

As in life in general, in our lives there have been a number of tragedies lately. One of these is the death of my daughter-in-law's sister. Lorie was about to turn forty, had been married less than a year, had just discovered she was pregnant, when she fell victim to primary pulmonary hypertension. Another sister had required a lung transplant for the same disease ten years earlier, so Lorie knew where to go for the best possible treatment. She was rushed to the Mayo Clinic, but the specialists were unable to save her.

Her funeral was held in Nebraska, where she and her husband had lived. Yesterday I attended the memorial service here, where she had grown up. It was a sad occasion, of course, but laced throughout the service were continuing references to hope--the hope that we, as Christians, have, through our belief that this life is simply the opening act for one that is to come.

The closing hymn was Hymn of Promise, a composition by Natalie Sleeth.The words really spoke to me, especially the last line:
In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity;
In our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity,
In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

Perhaps I'm more introspective than usual as I approach the eighth anniversary of the sudden death of my first wife. Or maybe it's the fact that I've reached my promised three-score and ten years, so that every new day seems to be a bonus. Whatever the reason, I'm glad that God has given me this day. I plan to try to use it however He sees fit. I hope you'll do the same.

1 comment:

Nicole said...

Amen. It always hurts for those left here.