I’ve been thinking a lot about funerals in the last little while. The parish I serve has held a number of them in short succession. A great many people have loved, and hence bustled and worked to make the funerals happen. I’ve met with families, and together we’ve planned the services; bulletins have been put together and photocopied; the fellowship chair has met with the families to plan receptions; myriads of people have shopped, and worked hard in the kitchen preparing food (although I still don’t understand why we have to cut off the crusts of the sandwiches) and others have worked in the Great Hall setting up and then cleaning up for the receptions; the chair of the churchyard has double-checked records and arranged for the gravedigger and his crew; the altar guild has changed frontals and set up flowers and done all the work that goes into getting the church ready; other have recorded services or served as crucifer. Bells have been tolled. That short list is just a smattering of the work that goes into preparing. It ignores all of the details of funeral homes, of writing eulogies, of going through albums to put together displays of photographs… and that list omits all the brutal, hard, physically and emotionally taxing and draining work of grief itself.
It’s often said that in arranging for funerals we do all the work that goes into planning a wedding—in three or so days, instead of spread out over several months. There are so many details, in fact, that we sometimes lose sight of what it’s all for—getting distracted by what hymns or readings we want at our funerals, or the like—and not focusing on the meaning of the service itself. To recall that meaning, I turn to our American cousins. In the note on their burial service in TEC’s 1979 Book of Common Prayer, we read:
The liturgy for the dead is an Easter liturgy. It finds all its meaning in the resurrection. Because Jesus was raised from the dead, we, too, shall be raised.
The liturgy, therefore, is characterized by joy, in the certainty that “neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
This joy, however, does not make human grief unchristian. The very love we have for each other in Christ brings deep sorrow when we are parted by death. Jesus himself wept at the grave of his friend. So, while we rejoice that one we love has entered into the nearer presence of our Lord, we sorrow in sympathy with those who mourn. (507)
These few sentences capture so much of what we are about:
- we celebrate the life of the one we love
- we mourn the death of the one we love
- we proclaim our hope
None of these tasks starts or finishes with the service; rather, the funeral gives us an opportunity to mark them in a formal way. I think that’s why the funeral service so often starts with the solemnity of the sentences (those familiar promises of God’s presence and care) being read—as you can see on page 589 of the Book of Alternative Services or pages 591-92 of our Book of Common Prayer—as they speak about that hope that we have and that we hold on to, the conviction that death is not the end of the story of our journey with God because not even death separate us from God’s love. In their stately, formal way, they are the ideal beginning of what we do when we gather for funerals because they remind us of both our hope and the deep joy God gives to us in Jesus.
I’ve been at and part of funerals that have, in the midst of very real sorrow, made that hope and joy palpable—in singing, in brilliantly told stories and preached sermons, in music. While it’s clearly grace when it works, it’s also the dint of effort and a special alchemy of gifts coming together. And so I’m curious. What stories do you have to share about truly special funerals, when you felt that joy of the good news of Christ’s resurrection in the midst of the sorrow of those gathered? Was there some special moment that made you feel it? What helped that joy and hope to come alive for you?