I don't know why I was thinking about this today, but I was thinking about the one funeral I have done in 19 years of youth ministry. It was when I was in Tampa working as a HS pastor. It was for an 18 yr. old girl that I didn't know at all. She was killed in a car accident coming home from a late movie.
She didn't go to our church or any church for that matter, there was really no evidence that she had any kind of faith to speak of, and neither did her family. She was a wild child, she had "lived" a lot in 18 short years. I did the funeral because she was related to a family in our church and they asked for our help. I knew it was going to rough.
The first meeting with the parents was so sad. They were just lost. They really had nowhere to go with their grief. I wasn't a parent at the time, and now that I am, I understand the immense pain they were in, in some small way. The tragedy was, it was pain with no hope. They didn't have any foundation to deal with the pain. They had no shelter to run to. I would be devastated by something like this, but I believe I would have hope. They really had none. It was devastating to watch.
Is there any tougher funeral to do as a pastor? Surely one for someone very old or an infant would be easier, at least from an eternity perspective, or simply that the older person had lived a long life. Yet here was an 18 year old girl, lost in the prime of her life with an uncertain eternity. What do you say?
In many ways sadder still was what I saw as I did the funeral and looked out at all the teens gathered there, they had no hope either. There was no solid ground in their lives at all. I remember listening to them talk after the funeral about leaving there and just getting wasted, that was their only sense of relief, the only way to deal with the pain. My heart broke for them, I wanted to sit with them each individually and say, "It doesn't have to be like this, there is hope, there is a God who loves you and who has conquered death. There is an empty tomb."
In my sermon that day I talked about her story, about God's story, about their story and whether their story was ever going to intersect with God's. It's all I could think of to say. It was the hardest thing I have ever done in ministry. I have preached in front of thousands, spoke all over the country, been in mental institutions visiting broken students, but all that was nothing compared to this.
It was a very disturbing day. Full of despair. Yet in the midst of it these words echoed faintly in my heart, "I am the resurrection and the life, He who believes in me will never die."
I know that my faith in Jesus is not all about getting to Heaven someday, that Jesus is just as good for this life as the next. But on a day like that day, hope was a beautiful thing. Hope of eternity spent with Him.
Thank you Jesus.
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