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I know that funerals aren't supposed to be an enjoyable gathering. But in all honesty, I had a great time attending my grandfather's funeral and being with my relatives this past weekend. Having a pastor father means that my brother and I attended numerous funerals and memorial services. We have seen a wide variety. Nothing is so special, though as watching your own father conduct his father's service. I was deeply touched with the honesty and realness he showed. It meant a lot to know that he loves his dad, would miss him truly, but was so happy that he's now in heaven. Two of my three aunts sang during the time also, and this brought back lots of happy memories hearing them sing throughout the years. My grandpa was quite musical, so the service began with two friends playing several hymns, while we watched a slideshow of his life. My dad talked about what a priviledge it had been to care for his dad in his final week of life, doing things like shaving his whiskers and feeding him lunch. Grandpa was the last of his siblings to pass away, and so a lot of cousins - who had already lost their parents - attended the funeral. After this we drove to the cemetery where many aunts, uncles, grandparents, and great-grandparents are buried. We sang "Amazing Grace" and listened to scripture. Dad ended with the reminder that while "Death" may have won a temporary victory this time, ultimately the grave has no sting because of the redeeming blood of Jesus. How glad I am for the hope that allows us to grieve with an eye to the future. I know when it comes time for me to close my eyes here on earth, I'll open them looking into Christ's face! 2 Corinthians 5:8 |
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Posted by Cathy Craig
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