Memorials

Today was the third memorial service I have attended in the last month and a half. At the first, the couple had been married 4.5 months (second marriages for each). At the second, they were married 62 years (my grandparents). Today's couple was married 32 years. The service today had the greatest reflection of the love of Christ. Joyce had been fighting cancer for five years. Her husband was tireless in his support. Their son-in-law read Ephesians 5 as a description of David's love for Joyce these past years, and their son had everyone give a round of applause for David's indefatigable love. Two people mentioned how even in the worst of pain, Joyce was concerned for David's welfare. Several people mentioned how Christ was the family's strength and how important it was for David and Joyce to give that legacy to their children and grandchildren. I only met Joyce once, but I teared up several times today hearing the testimonies and reflecting on how we experience God's love and strength the most in the midst of our greatest pain.

The taste of my own pain and sadness makes me hurt more for others who suffer far greater wounds and losses. Yet, perhaps they also have a greater taste of God's infinite goodness. Sometimes I get overwhelmed with the depth of suffering in the world and my complete inadequacy to assist. Yet, other times reflecting on this topic makes me more determined that people will not interact with me without taking some of God's love to heal and transform their hearts.