Sunday, June 29, 2008

Every life matters

"Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry."
Mark Twain
For quite some time I have been thinking about blogging on the second most important part of the paper, the obituaries. I really like what I found on the online Etymology dictionary: from L.[Latin] obitus "departure, a going to meet, encounter."
In the book of Ecclesiastes chapter 7 it says that the day of our death is better than the day of our birth. In some respects I agree. It is hopefully, a life well lived. Some obituaries are extremely sad not because of the amount of people left behind or the young age that some die but because there are very few words written and no survived by list. Those are the ones I find extremely sad. I take those to heart knowing that some day my obituary will be written and I will be going to my eternal home.
However, no man is an island. Each life does effect another and I believe that this the way God intended it to be. We have no idea how we do indeed influence one another but the fact remains that no matter how you live your life, it will effect the life of another. For some reason I keep thinking of the homeless, that man, woman or teen that you might see on the street or in the park they are some one's son or daughter. If the parents are still alive the absence of that person in their life carries a certain heartache.
So, I guess this leads us back to life. How am I living life? What kind of impact am I having on the people around me? When its time for me to move on, will there be something worth writing in my obit? Where will I get my perspective on this living and dying business? Who will lead me through this life and certain death? (none of us makes it out of this world alive) Why should I even bother giving the death notices the time of day?
I would like to answer that last question. The short answer is: Every life matters. Just reading about people I never met is a way to honor their memory. Then there are loved ones of those that I love who pass on and I want to be able to acknowledge their loss, come along side them in their pain and help them continue to walk on in this life. In today's Sunday Herald, Margery Eagan wrote about a soldier who was killed in combat and given the full honors of a military funeral. We need to remember those who are willing to fight and die for us even if we disagree with the war. Mourn with those who mourn.
Life has been the biggest adventure. Sure there have been seasons that I've drudged through and I am grateful for the simpler days that I have known. In some ways I romanticize them, but it is important to remember that every day is a gift. It is after all the only day that we are guaranteed. And yes: Live like today is your last because if very well may be.
Some links to get you interested in the final curtain call:

This blog dedicated to my Auntie, Mary Fitzgerald who is still alive and kickin' and use to say,
"I read the obits first and if my name isn't there, then I can read the rest of the paper."

Friday, June 20, 2008

Miles like Years
by Catherine Mullaney

Another blue sign for GAS and FOOD yet we are not hungry
and I've got a full tank
Another little boy in the ladies room with his mommy
begging to be in the men's room

Looking for traveling mercies
again I get behind the wheel
Looking for peace in the journey
the miles speed by like the years

Wild flowers grow on the median
A country church sits on one side of the highway
Golf course cut out on the other
Motor homes and semis race down the road
Signs for history museum remind us of the stories
from the past
tired from another long expedition

Looking for traveling mercies
again I get behind the wheel
Looking for peace in the journey
the miles speed by like the years

Trip meter says I only have 100 miles behind me
and so many more to go
I note "Lodging this exit" but its not time to rest

So I am looking for traveling mercies
again I get behind the wheel
Looking for peace in the journey
the miles speed by like the years
yes, the miles speed by like the years

Basically I wrote the core of these lyrics while driving home from AL/Ga. It most likely was written quite a bit in Tennessee where one genre rules. So, the words may come across like a song out of Nashville. There is nothing wrong with that. I have put close to 18,000 miles on my vehicle this calendar year, traveling with Katie and Michael, with only an occasional extra passenger or two. I know the truckers, pilgrims and other crazy mums like myself will have probably identified with my thoughts and feelings.

Monday, June 16, 2008

A Covenant

As much as Emily and Patrick's wedding was a celebration, it also had it's serious side of this is a covenant that neither one of them is taking lightly. There was talk of marriage not being easy, there were prayers and words of laying down one's life in order to live for the other. Thoughts of my own children (Katie and Michael sitting beside me) coming of age and wondering about the things they still need to learn and know before making such a commitment ran through my head. Thoughts of Dan and Grace were not far from me as I felt there absence.

Overall it was a joyous occasion and the Lord was a focal point. It was great to worship with Emily and Patrick as this is the first thing they wanted to do as husband and wife. We were led by Emily's sisters Erin and Lauren. Overall, a great shout of joy rang out as we praised the name of our God and lifted up grateful hearts.

What amazes me most is Emily's patience. Ever since I have known her, she has wanted the title of Mrs. It is a dream come true and her longing has been fulfilled, yet this is only the beginning. There will be pain as well as joy, laughter and tears, good times and trying times and above all the Love of Christ which is the glue that holds any Christian marriage together.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Sunrise, Sunset

Have you ever seen the Father of the Bride practically leap out of his shoes with so much joy? Yesterday, I did. Katie, Michael and I attended the wedding of a dear friend and we are friends of the Bride. Instead of ushering his daughter in with the traditional wedding march, Randy Smith sang acapella, "is this the little girl I carried..." the WHOLE song. I was so taken aback and wouldn't you know, I forgot the most important part of my wedding apparel - tissues ;-)

The wedding was one of great celebration of what God has designed for marriage! And hopefully most of it will remain in my heart to finish this blog.

In the mean time: Happy Honeymooning Emily and Patrick!!! More importantly welcome to the adventure of marriage.