November 16, 2008

Memo to Self: This World Is Not My Home

Sunday morning. It feels like winter here in Texas. Cold and windy.

Rob is working sound booth at early service this morning so he and Jack are already up at the church. The other two kiddo's are still asleep. We will meet them up there for class and Refresh.


This has been an incredibly hard week. Ben's funeral was yesterday. It was precious. I loved that it was so personalized. Each of the Pallbearers and the preacher had on matching fishing shirts. Ben loved to fish and go backpacking more than anything. He was going to fly fish this summer and had learned to make his own fly fish lures.

Link to Ben's obituary:

My friends will always miss their son, the only thing that helps that hurt dim slightly while on earth... is time. So time come quickly. I can remember when Jack was diagnosed I just prayed for Jesus to come and take us all home because it seemed too difficult of a task to face. The bitterness of life on earth will certainly make heaven sweeter if that is possible.

Dan Garrett read this scripture yesterday during Ben's funeral.

Now listen, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money." Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes." James 4:13-14

This world is not my home, I am just passing through. My charge to myself is to allow God to blow me where he wants this misty body to go, because there is nothing more important than imparting God's love and kindness to my family and friends and strangers. To give up oneself for the cause of Christ becomes so much easier with each reminder of how fragile life is here on earth.