I just got home from a funeral on a First Nation Reserve where I served Jesus some years ago. The deceased was brutally murdered. The police investigation continues.
The sister has been a good friend to me. When I experienced a significant injustice she fought for me. But then it became my turn. Her brother went to get fishing line and met a group of people who attacked him and left him dead on the road.
So I helped with the wake and the funeral service.
He lived as a teacher of traditional native ways, including carving, hunting and fishing. His walk was gentle.
His nephew, who follows mostly the traditional way, though he learned Christianity in the Anglican church, conducted the traditional ceremonies. His words showed wisdom, his co-ordination of the many facets involved in a ceremony of both Christian and traditional ways mirrored his uncle’s gentleness. I told him of my feeling of honour to share with him and the Anglican priest in these ceremonies.
Happily one person held the smudge bowl and feather at the graveside and I smudged to leave all the pain there in the cemetery. With the tobacco and cedar I prayed for a miracle of strength for that whole family, and the community. God’s words through St. Paul echo with a deep truth to “Be happy with those who are happy. Be sad with those who are sad” (Romans 12:15 God’s Word).
Truly when others of the body of Jesus ache and pain in their soul we feel the same, if we love at all.
Maybe that explains why love rarely surfaces among Canadian Christians who selfishly avoid pain, our own or that of others. No love, no shared pain (or joy), we think.
I refuse to live like a snail Christian, sliding along on my own slime, ready to curl up in my shell when life gets tough.
I am glad I shared in the wake and funeral. My love for that family could never show if I had not risked living some of the pain with them. They granted me an honour to stand with them. I am humbled by their request to share their grief, and work towards their return to wholeness.
May God also grant that I may walk with them down the long road ahead as the criminal charges and, eventually I expect, the trial take up their life. Today caused pain. That road will bring even more.
I can’t do it, I feel, so I lean on the One who can. “I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me” (Philippians 4:13 God’s Word).
5 responses to “Dealing With Murder”
nopew
March 12th, 2014 at 21:48
Thank you. That is very kind and they need all of God’s strength to get through this.
Peace
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mwitasblog
March 12th, 2014 at 05:27
Could you as well pass my love to that family. I will be praying for them.
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mwitasblog
March 12th, 2014 at 05:26
Amen.
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nopew
June 27th, 2012 at 11:42
Thank you for your kindness to wish peace to my friends. I plan to pass that on in person to them. Thanks also for the reminder that Jesus inspires us with unselfishness in the midst of personal pain and sorrow. That focus out, while powerfully difficult, keeps us where love can override our tendency to degenerate into living like the the universe revolves around us and our problems, a very lonely place.
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krekker
June 26th, 2012 at 21:16
Thank you for being so willing to stand with your friends in their pain. It is so important to share others’ sorrows. And to know that Jesus was very familiar with sorrow, and that He walks with all of us as we experience the pain we do on earth. Peace to your friends.
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