• on March 6, 2021

Gone from my sight

One privilege of being a pastor is participating in funerals.  I’m humbled being included in a family during this difficult time in their lives.  Recently, we lost one of our well loved members of our congregation and one of her grand daughters read this at her service.  I liked the picture this illustration provided, that’s why I share it with you.

 

Gone From My Sight

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

 

Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone.”

 

Gone where?

 

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me — not in her.


And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,”
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”

 

And that is dying…

Henry Van Dyke

1 Thessalonians 4:13-14

13 Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.

 

2 Corinthians 5:8

8 We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord.

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