I was only really close to one of the people who died, but every funeral is sad. Still, the week has not been depressing. Indeed so far it has been closer to the opposite. The service on Saturday was uplifting. All three of the people who died lived well. I am quite confident that all three are now with God.
And funerals certainly remind us of what matters in life. I inevitably spend a lot of time on things like the details of the service, which pale in importance compared to the overwhelming fact of human mortality and death. But those details are part of how we show our love and respect for the people who died, as well as support their grieving families and friends. In that sense, the seemingly petty details of life take on real importance too.
I have never had a week quite like this before, and I don’t know how to put all this together at this point. Among other things, I am just tired! And I could not sustain this level of intensity for long.
But what I think I am glimpsing is the way that everything we do, no matter how simple, points beyond itself to the great mystery and meaning of life, beyond itself to the fact of our mortality and to our ultimate destination in God. If I can hold on to that insight in times of lesser intensity, my life will be richer and deeper. May it be so!