Where’s the Fun?

My husband always put the fun in funeral! He preferred sitting beside our sister-in-law because it was easy to get her to laugh! He’d whisper a funny line in her ear just as the service opened. He’d catch her attention with a funny face in the most solemn section. 

She always rewarded him with a scarcely stifled giggle or even a loud snort. This never failed to bring a smile to almost everyone within earshot. Still, at least one starchy individual always frowned their displeasure.

Ron also thoroughly disliked funeral food. He poked fun at funeral lunches which always included lukewarm coffee, stale sandwiches and miniscule cookies.

That’s why at his funeral, I served cake. As a diabetic, Ron missed out on a lot of sweets in his time. He got them at his luncheon. We served five gigantic slab cakes with boiling hot coffee. 

Were people dismayed? Frankly, I didn’t care. It was Ron’s day and we celebrated his going to Jesus with Happy Birthday Ronald on the cake.

I expect non-believers thought I’d lost my mind or found the cakes on sale somewhere, but I didn’t care. I knew what they stood for.

Celebrate God all day, every day. I mean, revel in him! Make it as clear as you can to all you meet that you’re on their side, working with them and not against them. Help them see that the Master is about to arrive. He could show up any minute!

(Philippians 4:4-5, MSG)

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