June 5, 2016
IT WOULD BE A FUNERAL FOR A WIDOW’S SON.
Have you ever been in a funeral procession? Many times I sit in a limousine, accompanying the family and the dead to the final place here on earth. The people in the past didn’t do it that way though. Even now in some parts of the world people just carry the casket by hand and walk in a long procession. By the way, if you see a funeral procession on the roads, please stop your car and let the procession go by. It’s Medicine Hat’s practice. The funeral procession has priority. Another reason is to respect our dead people. We will do the same at yours!
The funeral procession would be headed by a band of professional mourners with their flutes and their cymbals, uttering and wailing in a kind of frenzy their shrill cries of grief. There is all the endless sorrow of the world in the austere and simple sentence: “He was his mother’s only son and she was a widow.”
To the pathos of human life the compassion of Jesus took over. He was moved to the depths of his heart and the rest was a history. The procession of death had become a procession of life! The sorrow had turned to joy! The gathering for sympathy had become a great celebration of gratitude! Jesus is not only the Lord of Life; he is the Lord of Death who himself triumphed over the grave and who has promised that because he lives, we shall live also (John 14: 19).