Jennifer K. Lewis
“I Am Alive With Christ.” Ephesians 2:5
A few years ago, I chose to mature my faith by joining a very active and growing ministry. Our group focused heavily in the power(s) of the Holy Spirit which Jesus left us to enjoy.
That particular ministry became like a family in that as each member became a familiar person in the ‘fold’. Our personal bonds deepened as we chose to focus on our common denominator, serving others and worshiping Christ.
We celebrated Christmas by going up and down streets stopping in welcoming homes to sing Christmas carols. We were thrilled to provide scrumptious nut-breads, colorful candies and holiday cookies for local homeless shelters and our community Salvation Army.
As temperatures climbed and the Spring months matured, we embraced the warming rays of sunlight as the cold temps of Iowa gradually melted and liquefied longstanding snow(s.)
One of the ladies, Mary Beth, had pioneered the genesis of the group. The ‘normal’ dynamics of our group quickly changed. She experienced the sudden loss of her Father.
Mary Beth invited our ministry to be at the funeral. She was greatly admired, and respected in our group. We united as a sacred assembly desiring to give our Respects to her Air Force Dad.
It has been my experience(s) in the funerals I have attended, most of them are rather sad and ‘down’ in spirits. Everybody is crying. People embrace like there is no tomorrow. Strangers hug one-another, even though they don’t know their neighbor!
But, this funeral was different from the get-go. (we’ll call him James Doe ~ John Doe’s brother). There was a HUGE sign near the coffer at the front of the auditorium. It read: James Doe “it’s about the DASH.” (Born June, 1926 –Heaven Bound March, 2014.)
James’ children and several grandchildren sang touching hymns, and shared happy stories and memories of their beloved Dad and Grandfather. Apparently, James liked to entertain the kids by making whimsical animal balloons. (one of his Grandchildren shared a poignant yet, funny, story of how her Grandpa had made numerous balloon animals for different occasions.) (by the way, James’ casket was lined with artsy, animal shaped balloons.)
As the service progressed, I learned the meaning of the ‘DASH’. It’s simple! The year you were born ,- DASH -, then the date you passed-away. The ‘DASH’ is representative of the years in between your birth and death. DASH will define itself in the manner of life you chose.
Being a military funeral, he was in full dress uniform. James was revered by a color-guard of valiant Air Force men who formed a noble arched walkway with their swords at the entry/exit of the building.
After the oddly, happy funeral, I noticed many family members still smiling! (of course, there were tears, but folks remained jovial.) A few minutes later, fellow Air Force members proudly escorted James’ wife and family to awaiting cars for the honorable procession.
It’s About the -DASH-. What about yours? What do YOU want it to say?
One life, the still small voice, Gently pleads for a better choice
Bidding me selfish aims to leave, And to God’s holy will to cleave;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last.
Only one life, yes only one, Now let me say,” Thy will be done”;
And when at last I’ll hear the call, I know I’ll say “twas worth it all”;
Only one life,’ twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last ” http://paulhockley.com/2016/05/24/quote-only-one-life-twill-soon-be-past-poem -by-c-t-studd/
“I Am Raised-up With Christ and Seated in Heavenly Places.” Colossians 2:12
Growing In Christ,
Jennifer K. Lewis
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