CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith and Life for the Years of Winter
On January 29, I mentioned
my discomfort with obits that say there will be no funeral or memorial service because
that’s what the deceased decreed.
Izak Denisen, the nomme de plume of Karin Blixen, who
wrote Out of Africa, says, “Any
sorrow can be borne if a story can be told about it.”
There is always some
emotion to be worked through by those who are left when a death occurs—grief,
anger, guilt, sorrow, etc. We do that by sharing stories.
JRMcF
I tweet as yooper 1721.
For years I have kept a
careful index of stories and ideas I have used in this column so that I don’t
remember. That’s cumbersome and time consuming and I forget to check it before I
write anyway. I’m just going to trust that when I repeat, you are old enough
that you won’t notice because you have lost either your memory or your marbles.
[Remember how exciting it was to play marbles on the playground at recess? And
how gruesome it was when you lost your favorite? I especially liked the way we
played it when I moved to Oakland City at age10: There was a metal Maxwell
House tin turned upside down, with a holdecut in the middle. We’d stand and
drop a marble from eye level at the hole. If you missed, it bounced so high…}
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