My week of sloth and hanging out with my friends has come to an end. I am pouting. I love my life as a part-time worker.
So I went to the first funeral for one of my clients yesterday. It was simple and probably only 30 people. I sat there thinking about Fred and the life he had led and how because of his addiction to coccaine he died of HIV and liver failure before the age of 50. It was sad and seeing his son and brother and niece made it even worse. But I was thankful that Fred wasn't suffering and I had a hope inside of me. I felt it serging, keeping me afloat as I sat in the pew. I knew Fred had some kind of faith - he spoke of a creator. And even though I didn't know if he had a personal relationship with Jesus I do know that my God is just and loving and I trust Him fully with Fred. I really don't want to go to another client's funeral but considering the line of work I am in it is probably pretty likely.
So Jesus please have mercy for Fred - sorry I didn't do more.
1 comment:
It's a good idea to trust God with Fred and the others that you come in contact with. It's a bit strange coming from a world so sanitized and seemingly separated from death - and to enter a place that is so full of sickness, and addiction, and so many life sucking forces. Keep on trusting God and loving Fred and others - there's not a whole lot more you can do other than that. Just love.
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