Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A ray of sunlight

Like the fierce gales of November, came the sudden and unexpected death of Curtis Lee Marnett.

Around a graveside gathering, the huddled family and friends gathered shoulder to shoulder with friends, family and strangers alike to keep the gusts at bay.  The tent was no shelter for anyone.  It stood as a reminder of a shelter, for all of its inhabitant were freezing cold.

The little ones were comforted by their older siblings and friends for the loss of their daddy.  The older ones were comforted by holding the little ones and each other.  Their mama, all in black, was glazed with grief and bewilderment.

The overcast day hung like a shroud as the rabbi sung his mournful song.  Never once was Yeshua mentioned.  The star of David adorned the plain pine box,  and dirt from the holy land was respectfully placed atop the casket.

The father of the deceased had not only buried one but two sons in his lifetime.  A sadness of unanswerable grief permeated that small plot of land.

I lifted my head to the dimmed clouds and asked Yeshua where he was.  For I knew.  I heard it with my own ears that this man, Curt, had received Jesus as his Messiah.

So, with respect for his father and his upbringing, his dear wife allowed the father of the deceased to have closure with his son in this traditional Jewish ceremony.

And then the unthinkable happened.  I don't know if anyone else felt it.  In the midst of this biting, cold freezing windy scene, I felt warmth.  The sun had come out.  I was feeling warmth across my back--through my jacket even.

It was just a gentle reminder, amidst this mournful scene, of what Curt did embrace.  The tent was no shelter, and neither was the structure of his primary years.  But they both served as a symbol of the true shelter.

And no one leaves this earth without someone feeling like things were undone in some way.  Things were said or not said, done or not done, forgiven or not forgiven, but the truth remains the same.  The entirety of a person's life does not consist of what happened in moments of frustration; it consists of what happened in moments of faith.

For those who are mourning his death, I pray that they will not focus on the cold, bitter anguish of the suddenness of his death, but of the ray of sunshine that is to come.

The Lord God is a Sun and a Shield.  No good thing will he withhold from them who walk uprightly.
Ps. 84


MommaMindy said...

Good encouragement and prayer for the grieving, sister. I am heartbroken for them and having to trust the Lord, because His ways are higher and His thoughts are higher.

Ruby said...

God knows.
Funerals only comfort the living. Since this man professed faith in the Lord you can rejoice in that ray of sunshine.
Very sad.

Herding Grasshoppers said...

What a heart-breaking time for that family. Praying God's wisdom and peace for their future,


Mrs. Parunak said...

This was a really beautiful piece on a very heartbreaking situation. I'm so sad for this family. May the Lord hold them close and give them comfort.

Anonymous said...

Be assured, Curt's faith was real and vibrant and very much his strength during a very difficult period in life - a friend of Curt.

Anonymous said...

A wonderful encouraging post. Thank you.

Kathi said...

Beautiful mix of grief and hope. Doesn't it just break your heart when people grieve without knowing that Jesus is the way, the truth, the life, and the resurrection? Love you!

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