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This week’s FMF writing prompt is: BURY
Setting my timer for five minutes, and . . . GO.Â
Eleven days before Christmas, one of my good friends lost her mom to early onset Alzheimer’s at age 63. On the day of the funeral, the temperature in West Michigan was well below freezing. Snow covered the ground and the wind was howling.
No day is a good day to bury someone, but that day seemed particularly cruel and miserable. I couldn’t imagine standing in a cemetery already shaking with emotion, then being in a dress with snow whipping around.
Two weeks ago, other friends of ours had to bury their 52-year-old son in a Michigan winter after a battle with lung cancer. On that day, the wind chill was well below zero. Roads were icy, schools were closed.
Another sad, stoic, snowy cemetery scene.
In each of these cases, I couldn’t help but long for the day when there will be no more need to dig a shovel into the ground to bury a casket. The day when there will be “no more death or mourning or crying or pain” (Revelation 21:4).
Come, Lord Jesus.
STOP.
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The ground is frozen to the spade,
the air is dank and bitter-cold.
The grave is done, the headstone made,
and still we hold the promise bold
that long ago the Christ had given
that the tomb is not the end,
for the chain of death is riven,
and its sword is caused to bend
by the Man from Galilee
who was born that He’d be killed,
and that all the world would see
that what God the Father willed
would in glory come to pass
as we step through death’s looking glass.