Posted on Dec 29, 2011 | 1 comment

An uncle who played a big part in my formative years died recently. At the funeral, a few rows behind me in the church, a young girl noisily cut paper and fidgeted in her chair. The usual assumption would be that she was “another unruly child.”

But then, as we all marched silently out of the church, I passed that young girl’s chair. On it she left a gift for my uncle. I was stopped “dead” in my tracks. Her noise and fidgeting created a memorial to him unlike any I had ever seen.

Funerals are too quiet. Perhaps we should celebrate with some fidgeting and noisy expression of our grief, our unease about the mystery of death and, our need to address the tumultuous emotions that surface when facing the unknown.

Perhaps that struggle is best engaged less like an adult and, more like a child.


One Comment

  1. “The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child will lead them…”

    Isaiah 11:6

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