I am used to the benediction being given when a service at church has ended. I can hear the preacher say now, “Don’t miss your blessing! Wait on the benediction!”
I always wondered why he said that, but again one has to understand me to know why I would wonder. I have had my days, but now I know I have been blessed.
As I read the article “You really have to love life to write about death everyday…” for this week’s discussion I was thinking this thing was going to be really boring; or, worse that the author would tell me that he had a horrible time in writing all those obituaries. However, Barnes said just the opposite saying, “You have to love humor, and irony, pathos and mystery, tragedy and romance.” I thought, this is just like my life all of the above.
The benediction is a fitting closure to a life full of all that…if we have led a life of romance and it has evolved to love and on to marriage; then the benediction ends a life well spent. Barnes speaks of a man’s death saying, “He has given his benedictions!”
It is wonderful and brings in the thought that “the benedictions” leave blessings to those left behind when remembering my life, or the life of someone else.
The thought of it gave me chill bumps to know that I, even in death can help someone who still lives. Maybe, I thought, life can be troubled; and, yet still end on blessed note. It is not about me even in death, but for those who are left behind; those who can still hope for a blessing when I am gone.
What can I say in my obituary when I write it which will allow my fellows to know that all is well in the life I live? I could tell them about my accomplishments; however, what does that all mean? Will they find comfort in that? Or will it be from the gift which was enhanced through it?
Getting to the point the obituary is written about a life which in the end has left a blessing upon mankind. Although, sadly some alive blessings are not so, and tragedy is all someone will be remembered for.
Barnes notes, “Most of them and many were prone to exaggerated notion of how very good the person who died really was. Often could remember only what they wanted to remember…they were bound to be disappointed in the obituaries we produced.” It is a terrible thought that those in the pews would bear through my life unrepentant once again.
I guess life lived well is surely our obituary, and even without the writing our lives will most certainly speak for itself beyond the grave.