I really liked a comment from the first speaker at my brother’s funeral this morning:
We come into this life “trailing clouds of glory,” he said, but we often leave it bruised and battered. However, Christ will heal us beyond the veil of death.
(The quoted words come, of course, from Wordsworth’s familiar language from “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.”)
My less inspired and far more prolix commentary now follows:
It’s true. We die because our bodies are injured, diseased, or just plain worn out. We’re born innocent and with seemingly infinite possibilities, but we invariably die after learning about our limits, being forced to compromise, suffering defeats, and etc.
But the resurrection will give us our bodies back, though far better than we ever had, as Benjamin Franklin is reputed to have explained in this self-written epitaph:
The Body of B. Franklin, Printer:
Like the Cover of an old Book
Its contents torn out,
And stript of its Lettering and Guilding,
Lies here, Food for Worms,
But the Work shall not be wholly lost:
For it will, as he believed,
Appear once more
In a new and more perfect Edition,
Corrected and amended by the Author.
And Christ’s atonement offers us the promise of limitless triumph, of life uncompromised and untainted by evil.
Very good news.
Posted from Pasadena, California.