My goodness, have you ever found yourself reading these notices of loved ones who died? What brings me to this place?
Well, recently I heard of my second cousin passing. We were close as children and I had not seen him since a family reunion just three years ago. No one called or wrote or texted me to let me know he died. I didn’t know he was even sick. The funeral had come and gone and I found out third hand because some of my family is no longer speaking to me. It is complicated.
I was wondering who else might be in the obituaries I didn’t know died. I guess out of touch is really out of touch and when someone is gone it is too late to renew any sort of relationship with that person.
I admit, with the China Pandemic and many people running scared and locked into their homes, or not circulating as much, I too have become self-absorbed and a bit depressed. It is hard to break out from this bad habit of not being around others or connecting as usual with friends and family members.
The other day I made three connections. One I can only reach by text, another I dialed the phone and another I sent an email. I took a half-hour walk with my husband in the neighborhood and it was fun to greet some unfamiliar faces, unmasked I might add. Yes, some are still wearing masks outdoors and that is their prerogative as it is mine to breathe in fresh oxygen.
I am wondering how many of us are mentally challenged right now because of the harm all this seclusion and weird human behavior we have been taught to bear?
I find this all very harmful and I want to get back to being happy with my neighbors, uninhibited about knocking on their door to invite them for tea or dropping off a batch of cookies. Why don’t I bake more? No one is dropping by so what’s the point.
I think I will stay away from the obituaries unless I have been told of someone I love passing and need info on any arrangements being made or a story of their life that might be posted. Going to funerals is an honorable and humbling event in support of those left behind that were the closest to the deceased. Still, I don’t want to hear of one I care about passing if they have been on my mind and I did nothing to connect with them.
I realize I am older now and watching mom and dad as they got older always go to the obituary section in the newspaper, I thought it morbid. What’s the point? Now here I am, mimicking my parents, doing the same, and now understand why perhaps they were drawn to it.
One by one we all will find our way to the other side of life. We walk through a door and we will be happy to be there or gravely disappointed. It will be too late to change the course but today we can change whatever course we are on. Do you want to spend eternity with Jesus Christ or not? It is really the only question you need to answer. Ask God to help you get to the place you need to be to be assured of salvation.
One thing you will never find in any obituary you read is the outcome of the soul of the person who left this world. You may have a hint, a glimpse, an idea. Only God knows the heart of each one of us. At the very hour of one’s last breaths, God can meet a sinner and change their hearts from stone to flesh. Grace is a gift but we must “receive” it!
Jesus answered him,”I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” (John 14:6)