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| Funerals I consider it a privilege to help bereaved families create meaningful funeral ceremonies. For men, women and children alike, death often leaves us speechless. Funerals, a ritual that has been with us since the beginning of time, are here to help us embrace the life that was lived and support each other as we go forward. Funerals provide us the time and place to confront our pain. Healthy grief means expressing our painful thoughts and feelings. To heal in grief, we must shift our relationship with the person who died from one of physical presence to one of memory. The funeral allows us to begin that shift, for it provides a natural time and place for us to think about the moments we shared with the person who has died, and invites us to focus on our past relationship with that one single person and to share those memories with others, remembering and reflecting in a service of tribute recognizing the highlights and major events in the life of the deceased and the unique characteristics he or she most prominently displayed. ************************************ |
"To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose
under heaven, a time to be born and a time to die." Eccl. 3:1-2
under heaven, a time to be born and a time to die." Eccl. 3:1-2
Please contact me as soon as possible. I will meet with
the family right away to discuss the service and to go
over all the details. I will go to work preparing a tribute
to your loved one. I can also assist the family with
funeral home and casket arrangements.
My goal is to make the service as personal as possible
and make the service a true representation of the life
being honored The greatest compliment I can get is to
have the family say afterwards, "It's as if you knew him."
My purpose is to tailor every service to the person who
has died. I use details and anecdotes provided to me by
family to honor their life in a simple and dignified
manner, offering the mourners comfort and
reassurance. I prefer the funeral service to be less of a
sermon and more of a tribute to the person.
Regular churchgoers' pastors may be unavailable, or
ministers may have congregations so large that they
aren't acquainted with every member. Sometimes my
funerals are for those who, by choice or circumstance,
have no regular pastor. Just because they did not
attend church doesn't mean we can't celebrate the life
that was. In a sense, I become their pastor for a time.
This is the time when people are the most vulnerable,
and they need that care and compassion.
I meet with the family -- generally briefly and only once --
and try to get as much information about the deceased
as I can. I ask the family to come prepared with dates
and facts.
And often there's healing laughter as family members
swap stories. In most cases, it's the first time since the
death they've sat down across the table and said, Let's
talk about Dad. Or they'll start telling me stories of their
favorite memories. Nine times out of 10, they'll end up
laughing.
Sometimes I have to gently dig to pry the memories
loose. They'll say, "Dad's been very sick for several
years," and I'll have to ask them to remember him before
that. I'll start asking, Did he like sports? Did he have a
garden? What were his hobbies? What was his
profession, where did he work? Was he in the service?
I rely on these meetings to prepare my remarks for the
funeral. It's those memories and anecdotes that give
the minister -- and, in turn, the mourners -- a chance to
celebrate a life rather than a dry set of facts. The
stories are who they are. Most of the time I come away
myself regretting I never had a chance to know the
deceased.
the family right away to discuss the service and to go
over all the details. I will go to work preparing a tribute
to your loved one. I can also assist the family with
funeral home and casket arrangements.
My goal is to make the service as personal as possible
and make the service a true representation of the life
being honored The greatest compliment I can get is to
have the family say afterwards, "It's as if you knew him."
My purpose is to tailor every service to the person who
has died. I use details and anecdotes provided to me by
family to honor their life in a simple and dignified
manner, offering the mourners comfort and
reassurance. I prefer the funeral service to be less of a
sermon and more of a tribute to the person.
Regular churchgoers' pastors may be unavailable, or
ministers may have congregations so large that they
aren't acquainted with every member. Sometimes my
funerals are for those who, by choice or circumstance,
have no regular pastor. Just because they did not
attend church doesn't mean we can't celebrate the life
that was. In a sense, I become their pastor for a time.
This is the time when people are the most vulnerable,
and they need that care and compassion.
I meet with the family -- generally briefly and only once --
and try to get as much information about the deceased
as I can. I ask the family to come prepared with dates
and facts.
And often there's healing laughter as family members
swap stories. In most cases, it's the first time since the
death they've sat down across the table and said, Let's
talk about Dad. Or they'll start telling me stories of their
favorite memories. Nine times out of 10, they'll end up
laughing.
Sometimes I have to gently dig to pry the memories
loose. They'll say, "Dad's been very sick for several
years," and I'll have to ask them to remember him before
that. I'll start asking, Did he like sports? Did he have a
garden? What were his hobbies? What was his
profession, where did he work? Was he in the service?
I rely on these meetings to prepare my remarks for the
funeral. It's those memories and anecdotes that give
the minister -- and, in turn, the mourners -- a chance to
celebrate a life rather than a dry set of facts. The
stories are who they are. Most of the time I come away
myself regretting I never had a chance to know the
deceased.
| What is dying? I am standing on the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the 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 the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her. And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination. Her diminished size is in me, not her. And just at the moment when someone at my side 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 “Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well with my soul." Henry Scott Holland |
Death is Nothing At All
Psa 147:3 He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
Ps 23:3 He restores my soul; he leads me in the paths of righteousness
for His name's sake. (NKJ)
Through Jesus Christ, we have healing and restoration in our lives.
God bless you richly.
Ps 23:3 He restores my soul; he leads me in the paths of righteousness
for His name's sake. (NKJ)
Through Jesus Christ, we have healing and restoration in our lives.
God bless you richly.
WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME
When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you.
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.
Author Unknown
When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you.
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.
Author Unknown
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basis based on level of service required.
Please call to discuss. 214-288-2976
basis based on level of service required.
Please call to discuss. 214-288-2976
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