In my previous post I briefly mentioned losing my Uncle during the holidays, Dec. 22 to be exact. This being my dad's side of the family, I knew not to except a somber funeral rather a celebration of my Uncle's life. But what I experienced was something almost out of body and it really got me thinking.
For those that know me IRL, I'm not a "religious" person, but more spiritual. I'm not so keen on organized religion and I don't feel that I need to attend church to "prove" my relationship with God. So, let's just say I was dreading the church service that proceeded his burial. I have to admit that I was pleasantly surprised and thoroughly enjoyed the service. I can happily say that my Auntie was in the front row, not mourning, but celebrating. Her husband was no longer suffering and battling the cancer that took over his body. He was at peace, he went home.
The pastor said something that really got me thinking. He told us a story about how his father told him before his 18th birthday, "You can't stay, you can go to college, but you can't stay here, you can get a job and move out, but you can't stay here, you can go into the military, but you can't stay." the point he was making, is that we all won't stay, at some time in our life it will be our time to go. You can have all of the riches in the world, but you can't stay with them. There is another place that we must move onto.
With my own personal beliefs, I don't know what the next step is, but I do know that no one will live forever. In my heart I want to believe that there is a better place for us beyond this world, that we may shed our tents (bodies) and move on to our houses (our place with the lord).