Reflectionary

My Favorite Story about the 23rd

(I must admit I’ve fallen down on my No Mocha pledge, but I have kept up with my lectionary blogging.  This week’s passages include the 23rd Psalm, and I want to share over here what I wrote over there.)

I was a new pastor with one funeral under my belt. Sitting at a
church meeting on Thursday night I heard that N’s uncle had died, a
very old man who had been disconnected from his family before moving
back to City By the Sea and quickly going into the hospital. Then someone
notified his sisters, both over 90, and by the time they got word, he
was on the point of death and no one got there in time.

This was all sad enough: a lifetime of broken relationships and
alcoholism, trying to come home but falling ill too soon to make
contact, a death alone in a hospital room. But even worse, Uncle J was
indigent, and he would have only a pauper’s burial, "courtesy" of the
city. These burials are contracted out to funeral homes and are meant
to take the least amount of time possible, although the family is
allowed to come to the graveside.

"N," I said, "Would you like me to come tomorrow morning and say a prayer?"

"Oh, Reverend Songbird, would you?"

Of course I would. It was already after 9 pm when we parted, and the
burial was scheduled for 9 am the next day. I raced home and looked
over the one funeral service in my computer files. Warned that there
would not be much time at the grave, and knowing very little about the
deceased, I tried to decide what was really necessary in order to bid
Uncle J a proper good-bye.

The next morning I arrived early at the cemetery, wondering who
would turn up for the brief service. N was there some relatives in her
age group (60ish). In a car parked near the grave there were two very
old ladies, both over 90, Aunt M and Aunt Princess. (That was her real
name.) At 9, exactly, the two ladies emerged from the also elderly
sedan and approached the grave, tearfully.

It was just then that other cars began to arrive, the younger
members of the aunts’ extended families, and suddenly this was a
multi-generational family event, from the 90-plus in their old lady
spring coats to the 30-somethings in their leather jackets.

"Hear the words of Jesus Christ," I began. "’I am the Resurrection and the Life…’"

I wondered if this meant anything to them, their faces blank with
grief. Who was this Uncle J? Where had he been all those years? What
had he meant to M and to Princess and to their parents and grandparents
already gone on before him?

After the first prayer, I read the 23rd Psalm. This was only my
second funeral, and it is the reason why I now always use it in that
place. Because when I began to say the words, Aunt Princess joined me,
and the tears began to trickle down her lined, soft cheeks.

"I shall not want," she said, as if the reading were responsive, and in the truest sense, it was.

6 thoughts on “My Favorite Story about the 23rd”

  1. ((Songbird))
    You are such a gift, you know….to so many people.
    Lovely story.
    I read it to E as she lay dying last week…she was unconscious and completely unresponsive till I reached
    “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil
    For thou art with me”
    Then the hand I was holding squeezed mine.

  2. Psalm 23 is probably the most recognized chapter in the Bible and most often referenced. I post it here for those maybe not familiar with it’s comforting words.
    Psalm 23
    A psalm of David.
    1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
    2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
    he leads me beside quiet waters,
    3 he restores my soul.
    He guides me in paths of righteousness
    for his name’s sake.
    4 Even though I walk
    through the valley of the shadow of death, [a]
    I will fear no evil,
    for you are with me;
    your rod and your staff,
    they comfort me.
    5 You prepare a table before me
    in the presence of my enemies.
    You anoint my head with oil;
    my cup overflows.
    6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
    all the days of my life,
    and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
    forever.

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