It is time to paint the walls inside the house. My Sweet Rib and her personal décormeister, Danielle, said this shelf unit must go. Will the paint be so thick there will be no room for this shelf? Or is it that the unit just isn’t groovy enough to fit with their shared vision of what our home will become? This unit has held many things. Mostly pictures of our family, but also candles, nativity scenes that My Sweet Rib used to collect, mostly stuff purposely put there to brighten up the surroundings. We also kept my mother and father there for a while until they are delivered to Latvija. Yes, their ashes. Ashes kept in a sturdy wooden box with name plates for both their names and dates. They are currently at my sister Linda-loo’s home awaiting transport. Yes, my family believes in cremation. Some denominations believe cremation is sub-Christian, not necessarily wrooooooooooong, but not the best way to treat the temple God has given you. Yes, because the body is a gift from God it ought to be treated with respect after death.
1 Corinthians 6:19-20 Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.
Pastor says the body, over years, dis-integrates and becomes dust no matter if it is in a casket, or lying in a field, or lost at sea or cremated. It’s not like God can’t find all your parts when it is time to be resurrected. My sister, Laila, died a few years ago. Brothers and sisters and wives, husbands and nephews and nieces gathered to send her ashes down the creek behind the home where we grew up. Some read Scripture, others said prayers, some stayed silent, but we each took a handful of Laila and sent her on her way.
She would have liked some Alison Krauss…
Sinners let’s go down
Let’s go down, come on down
O sinners let’s go down
Down in the river to pray
As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the robe and crown
Good Lord, show me the way
I do miss her.
Luke 12:7 Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.