Monthly Archives: January 2016

We all want to be published.

Of course, you have to understand the word “published.”

In a very simple way, the meaning relates to making something public.

For some of us this is scary.  The end result of aversion to being published is becoming a recluse and a hermit.  As I have learned recently, from stories of neighbours and friends, this can lead to dying without friends – anyone checking on you to be sure you are alive.  That story sends chills down my spine, and then back up!

For others of us, being published is a wish come true.  You’ve all met the person who lives, quite literally, off the breath and excitement of being surrounded by their public.  Without that contact they wither and become the walking dead.

And somewhere in between . . . Well, I hope I fall there.  Not dependent on whether people like me or not.  But desiring to be public to serve others.  Or as one famous personage of years past said, “Love your neighbour.”

So, I’m off to write.  I’ve garnered a few local outlets – places I can write a column of print.  My hope is that, in making the words public, there will be a benefit to people.  I’ll let you know where you can find those words – once they get “published.”

Yesterday was a talk day!

As I look back to my younger days – look way back! – I was one who did not find conversing an easy thing. 

I’ve had it explained to me that I tend to start conversations 17 steps past where my fellow traveller is entering the conversation path.  The advice I have received over the years is to assume that people know nothing of where my conversations are headed, and start back at the beginning.

Not bad advice!

Now, I know that certain people are part of shared conversations with me over the years.  They have background and vocabulary that allow me to enter into a depth of conversation that is otherwise unwise.

Yesterday was a combination of styles of conversation.  A very good friend and I were headed on a four hour road trip – along with some scheduled stops.  The conversation went immediately to our lives, how those lives are shaping up, and some dreams for the future.

Later in the evening I was essentially introducing myself to a new acquaintance.  That conversation included some thoughts on what we were about in the conversation and also some general personal histories.  I did not expect to be sharing intimate thoughts or directions in my life.  I did plan on sharing enough that we could progress in our shared conversation.

Wherever we enter the conversation path, though, one  thing is sure.  We are here on this planet surrounded by people.  We’d better get used to finding ways to share our journey together.

Conversation is a good starter.

The funeral season is well known to funeral directors and pastors. 

Usually the time frame for an unusual amount of deaths is over the Christmas season and into the first few months of the new year.

Perhaps, in northern climates, this deals with the dismal season called winter.  Perhaps, during the Christmas season, this deals with depression and suicide.  Perhaps people just run out of breath.

Because that is really what happens.  I was with a dear friend of mine who passed away as the year was finishing.  As she drew her last breath, there was a completion of life, and then she was gone.  When there is no breath, there is be no life.

This Christmas I was a part of three funerals, all held in a week’s time.  Two of them were ones in which I was the officiant.  The other I sang at and was also in on the planning.  All three were related to my parent’s past.  One was my uncle, another a friend from his childhood, and another double-dated with my parents.

Oh the fun!  And I say that with all seriousness.  I enjoy being a part of funerals where there is a strong witness to the life that Jesus Christ gives. 

With this as a background to get me going, I’m starting to write a novel.  The idea of writing a book has been on my heart for a few decades.

The main character is a funeral director.  Out of his character I’m hoping to express the joy of dying, the tensions of serving as a “friend to death”, and a realization of the phrase, “God has a wonderful plan for the rest of your life, and death is part of it.”

I’m calling the book – “THE DIRECTOR”.

And so, the writing has begun.  My mom had a great phrase when things didn’t seem to be getting done as fast as they might have been – “as slow as molasses in January”. 

Well, it is January . . . I’ll keep you informed on my progress.

In the last few weeks I have become particularly aware of a cultural shift.

An atheistic or agnostic society has adopted church type rituals. 

There is now an athiest church.  Celebrations of life at someone’s death.  Midwifery can become a ceremony in itself.  Even destination marriages.

None of these require God.  And all of these contain elements of ritual for which the church is truly suited.

I think we need to be aware of our society’s rituals.  At the same time, is there a way in which our rituals are welcoming for a society lost without God? 

Lost because our pathway ends up going nowhere without God – we live and die . . . and that is it?  What if our society had greater hope than that, and their rituals were from birth to grave and then beyond?

Sounds like the church has all those rituals in place already!

Maybe we just need to tap into the needs of our society and see how we can be of service to them.