SCRIPTURE VERSE: “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.” ~ Ecc 3:1-4 (ESV)
QUOTE: “I must not think it strange if God takes in youth those whom I would have kept on earth until they were older. God is peopling eternity, and I must not restrict Him to old men and women.” ~ James “Jim” Elliot (1927-1956) Martyred evangelical Christian missionary to Ecuador
“What on earth happened?” Because of our unwritten policy not to pry into each other’s personal lives, most of us were unaware of any serious health issues that Deb might have had. She probably told a few people, but it wasn’t her focus.
“Did I ever meet her?” If you had met Deb, you would have remembered her. She was one of our most enthusiastic members who invited everyone she knew. She often told me she wished we could meet every week.
“How long was she in the hospital?” “What was the cause of death?” We didn’t really need to know the details because it wouldn’t bring her back.
“But she was so young.” Yes, that she was, at least according to our time-table. People who die, we think, should always be much older than we are.
The funeral was Saturday. Our next Party of One fellowship was scheduled for the following afternoon. I thought about cancelling as I pondered the timing. It didn’t take me long to decide that it was the perfect timing. Deb would have been there, chatting away, planning to take a walk with someone, or meet for lunch mid-week.
We decided to honor Deb’s memory by celebrating life—hers and ours. She would have loved it.