I have many ties, some of which Ive had a long time. I only wear them on occasion now, not often needing to. Of all of the ties I own I have one that I wear to funerals. No particular reason I wear that one every time. Its black with small dots that look like a background of stars and a flower design on it. It is pretty but mostly it just seems to fit the occasion, at least in my mind. Who knows, I might be wearing it at my own many years from now. :-) I had occasion tonight to wear it. Id forgotten before tonight how military funerals effect me. I suppose because many years ago I had to participate in so many. In the late sixties and early seventies I helped bury a great many ww1 veterans and the ww2 veterans were beginning to die off as well. We used to, on some days, bury three a day. I was one of the firing squad for the twenty one gun salute. One gets weary of death in that quantity. Taps still makes me cry. Add to that so many that I love with all my heart and life that have died. The list is long and deeply private. Sometimes Im ask about death, why? Its always, of course, ask by someone deep in grief trying to understand the loss of someone they love. There is no easy answer to those questions so I do the only thing I know. I point them to Gods word. In this instance its Genesis 2:15-17 and Genesis 3:1-19. Its usually not really the answer theyre looking for but its the only one I have. At least till theyre further along in the grief process. I have, over the years and decades, learned this about death. We can let it drive us to depression and despair or we can let it drive us to the cross of Christ, and thus to Gods amazing and infinite Grace. I choose Christ and Grace.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 02:01:37 +0000
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