Celebration of Life

Ok I think it is time i was back blogging, don’t tell me you’ve missed me, I really hope you have.

Let me tell the unfortunate reason for temporarily stopping, though i was putting up the odd backup blog in this period

Nearly three weeks ago we received news that my late fathers cousin had died suddenly, this was a man my mother and father took in when his mother died and he was classed as a brother/Sister to us kids.

Because the death was sudden and he was only 67 we had to wait on the post mortum for cause of death which was natural causes.

Fortunately whilst waiting on post mortum the family were able to arrange most of funeral.

After that funeral at the start of the next week I received a phone call to say that my Stepdad 88 had died (again natural causes), so it was a case of rushing to be at mum’s side for the next few days. My Brother and Sister came up from England on Thursday, though she stayed with mum till Saturday.

The funeral was Friday past.

I always like to think of a funeral being a celebration of that persons life and yes their partner may be grieving for them, which is natural. Another form of celebrating their life is the funeral Tea where you quite often hear some stories about that person. Stories you’ve never heard before.

Stories of Jesus

1 John 1:1-4 New International Version (NIV)

The Incarnation of the Word of Life

That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked at and our hands have touched—this we proclaim concerning the Word of life. The life appeared; we have seen it and testify to it, and we proclaim to you the eternal life, which was with the Father and has appeared to us. We proclaim to you what we have seen and heard, so that you also may have fellowship with us. And our fellowship is with the Father and with his Son, Jesus Christ. We write this to make our[a] joy complete.

When reading this verse of scripture and title I am reminded of the hymn I learnt as a child.

  1. Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear;
    Things I would ask Him to tell me if He were here;
    Scenes by the wayside, tales of the sea,
    Stories of Jesus, tell them to me.
  2. First let me hear how the children stood round His knee,
    And I shall fancy His blessing resting on me;
    Words full of kindness, deeds full of grace,
    All in the love light of Jesus’ face.
  3. Tell me, in accents of wonder, how rolled the sea,
    Tossing the boat in a tempest on Galilee;
    And how the Maker, ready and kind,
    Chided the billows, and hushed the wind.
  4. Into the city I’d follow the children’s band,
    Waving a branch of the palm tree high in my hand;
    One of His heralds, yes, I would sing
    Loudest hosannas, “Jesus is King!”
  5. Show me that scene in the garden, of bitter pain;
    Show me the cross where my Savior for me was slain;
    Sad ones or bright ones, so that they be
    Stories of Jesus—tell them to me.