Mourning or feasting
There must be time for either
But which is better?
What does an octogenarian do when he is in assisted living. In part I ponder through an imagination that is stimulated by a computer and a TV which are my windows to the world. This morning, (1/8/20) I opened my computer and browsed through some Gaither music. One song was Wonderful Grace of Jesus. Another favorite song of mine is Precious Lord, take my hand.
Then my mind floated to the funeral of Princess Diana. There was a Youtube recording of the funeral of the 36 year old Princess. Next my meandering mind took me to Youtube versions of funerals of Martin Luther King and John F. Kennedy. In my imagination I was living out the Biblical proverb: It is better to go to the house of mourning than to the house of feasting.
17 years ago I imagined and wrote: (slight editing)
Please go with me as we interrupt the procession from cross to tomb. We ask that the body be laid in front of us that we may view him.
Jesus grew up in his father’s carpenter shop. He helped cut down the trees and drag the logs. He worked without the help of a single power tool. The finished product was done by mere brawn.
At age thirty he left the shop for the life of a rabbi. He had no office, study room or lecture hall. He hiked the mountains and valleys of Galilee, Samaria and Judea. Always he moved ahead of his disciples for he was their leader. Perhaps he ran. His body was up to the rigors of life as an itinerant preacher. He died in his prime.
Come, look at him. Look, his head is pierced by thorns. Look, his beard is torn from his face. Look, his hands and feet are pierced by nails. Look, his side is punctured by a spear. Look, every great bone of his body is out of joint. As the Psalmist wrote, “they can tell all my bones.” No fat hides them. That is what they did to him. They crucified him. “Were you there when they crucified my Lord?”
allows being there when not
improves mind and heart