Dying and rising again

 This afternoon I joined many fellow Catholics to celebrate the life, death and eternal life of a priest. He would have been a priest for forty years if he had lived for another six months. But what would that do for him? Nothing more than another earthly celebration. Where he is now is a better place. Where he is now is paradise. . . and God wants us all to be where He is, in heaven. I tried to recall the last funeral mass that I had attended of a priest and could not pinpoint one. I looked at each priest, each religious and each lay person present and wondered what was going on in each of their minds. Were they like me in some of my thoughts? It is a weary pilgrimage that we are on. Happy are those who have completed their journey. . . I can recall the sentiments of St Paul. To stay and do God’s work or to leave this earthly tent and be with our Lord forever. At the end of the day, what matters most is the will of the Father. As the Author of Life has  given us each a length of time, let us be content to remain and bear fruit that will last. Let us be content to persevere in this short life span on earth so that our lives may be meaningfully spent. Like a flower that blooms and wilts, so too will each of our lives be. Yes, it is a short journey compared to eternity. May our Lord sustain us and grant us the grace to persevere to the very end.

Eternal rest grant unto the souls of the faithful departed, O Lord, and let your perpetual light shine upon them. May they, through your mercy, rest in peace. Amen.