Tag: funeral

  • How Should Christians Respond to Grief? – 2

    How Should Christians Respond to Grief? – 2

    In my previous post on grief, I ended with a series of questions about how Christians generally respond. I did not get many responses so I would like to briefly answer my own questions in hopes that it provides some insight for those who may not have much experience dealing with grief.

    1. Let’s look for a moment at the case of Job and how his friends reacted to his tragedy:

      When three of Job’s friends heard of the tragedy he had suffered, they got together and traveled from their homes to comfort and console him…Wailing loudly, they tore their robes and threw dust into the air over their heads to show their grief.  Then they sat on the ground with him for seven days and nights. No one said a word to Job, for they saw that his suffering was too great for words. (Job 2:11-13 excerpts)

      We often give Job’s friends a hard time for their words in later chapters but before they “spoke inaccurately” about God, they sat with Job for 7 days without a word and mourned with him. One of the biggest lessons I learned in school and in my internship was the power of presence. It is often more powerful than any words could ever be.

    2. This will probably go against the instinct of most people but your first comment should NOT attempt to be one of comfort, it should be one of support. When you are dealing with someone who has just recently lost a loved one or gotten a divorce or gone through any kind of struggle, they do not want to hear “it’s ok” because to them, it’s not ok. They often need to hear FIRST that their situation is difficult and they have a right to be sad.
    3. The next thing they need to know is that they’re not alone. They need to HEAR it but it is even better if there is a tangible way to SHOW it. At the church I attended when I was in college, there was an entire committee just for providing food for people who had a sickness or death in the family and another committee for sending cards to members of the church for all occasions, happy and sad. In that small town Baptist church, people always know they are cared for and are not alone but, in a lot of churches, that kind of awareness of individual situations is not there. When you know someone is having a rough time, can you offer to get them groceries or make a meal for them? Maybe you can offer to babysit their kids so they can have alone time. Even something as simple as giving them a non-judgmental listening ear has incredible value. There are many ways, verbal and practical, to help show people that they do not have to go through a difficult situation without support from other believers.
    4. Now, we can remind them of the HOPE we have in Jesus. BUT, be careful how you word that. Don’t discount the fact that what they are going through is difficult but you can tell them that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, even when they can’t see it. Remind them that God blesses those who mourn and that He does promise eternal life for whoever believes in Him but just remember as you tell them that this life is still painful and it’s ok for them to mourn that.
    5. Finally, don’t just pray FOR them, pray WITH them. I am convinced that when tragedy strikes, people either draw closer to God or they push Him away but they never stay in the same place. You could be that influence that pushes them towards God instead of away from Him. I am much less likely to pray when I am in my “Life isn’t fair” mindset so having someone else pray with me is a good way to re-focus on God’s character and his presence in that moment.
  • A Picture of Heaven – Chapter 12

    A Picture of Heaven – Chapter 12

    A moment of silence…

    We were asked to stand as the music began once more in our surroundings of the darkened church. It seemed sadder than before.

    I looked toward a glimmer of sun breaking through a window and reflecting off the brass cross on the altar.

    I looked down at a hymnal … to a somber lyric, crying out to me:

    Let all mortal flesh keep silence,

    And with fear and trembling stand;

    Ponder nothing earthly minded, 

    For with blessing in His hand,

    Christ our God to earth descendeth
    Our full homage to demand…

    Lord of lords, in human vesture,
    In the body and the blood;
    He will give to all the faithful
    His own self for heavenly food…

    As the Light of light descendeth
    From the realms of endless day…

    ‘Is Heaven really endless day?’ I thought, as my mind wandered upward.

    That the powers of hell may vanish
    As the darkness clears away…

    At sometime during the hymn I had sunk into the pew and hung my head in shame.

    My eyes flooded with tears.

    I recalled from somewhere in my past, my hearing of Reverend Birney’s booming voice from the back of the church to begin our worship service. (I think it was from one of the Prophets.)

    THE LORD IS IN HIS HOLY TEMPLE.

    LET ALL THE EARTH KEEP SILENCE BEFORE HIM! [Habakkuk 2:20]

    At His feet …with ceaseless voice they cry:
    Al-le-lu-u-ia–,

    Al-le-e-e-lu-ia—
    Alleluia, Lord- Most- High!

    I saw it suddenly – in a little girl’s Picture of Heaven.

    All of the hidden glory of the cross, glorified in Heaven!

    Then I realized that I was the only one brought to my knees – the only one not standing.

    I sheepishly stood once more, as eight men dressed in black began to roll the casket down the aisle beside me toward the doors at the rear of the church.

  • A Picture of Heaven – Chapter 11

    A Picture of Heaven – Chapter 11

    (For those of you who missed our last episode, these are the roaming thoughts of a man at a funeral.)

    QUOTES from: “Ten Shekels and a Shirt,” Paris Reidhead, (1919-1992) Sermon on Judges 17, c.1945-47

    For a long time, I had thought about the missionary’s words, yet hadn’t thought of it again until now.  I had decided that I guess everybody knows about heaven, but I didn’t know if I really wanted to go there either.

    It’s not that I loved my sin… well, some of it… but heaven and hell didn’t seem real enough.

    I didn’t really get the picture of Heaven and I could not bear to even imagine any vision of hell.

    Then I thought about the corpse of my friend in the casket and had some comfort about the upcoming burial, instead of a cremation.

    And something else that missionary had said captured my mind, as I once again stared out on the cross and took in the sad music.

    * “Yes, will not the judge of all the earth do right? The heathen are lost and they are going to go to hell not because they haven’t heard the gospel.

    *They are going to go to hell because they are sinners who love their sin and because they deserve hell… I didn’t send you to Africa for the sake of the heathen.”

    *“I sent you to Africa for my sake. They deserved hell, but I love them…

    And I endured the agonies of hell for them. I didn’t send you out there for them. I sent you out there for me.

    Do I not deserve the reward of my sufferings? Don’t I deserve those for whom I died?”

     I thought about “Amazing Grace.”

    Hadn’t I heard that he was once captain of a slave ship?

    “A wretch like me,” “a wretch like me,” kept ringing in my head.

    I once was lost

    But now am found

    Was blind,

    But now I see.