As I write these words, the news of the death of another great gospel preacher has just arrived in my inbox. Don McWhorter, who preached for many years in Fayette, Alabama, and has spoken on the television program, “Bible Talk,” died just a little over two hours ago in a hospital in Tuscaloosa. I’m told that the visitation will be Thursday evening at Nelson Funeral Home in Fayette and the funeral will be held on Friday at the Fayette Church of Christ. (I don’t know the times.)
I’ve been preaching a lot of funerals lately, a morbid task, some might think, but if it is a bit morbid, funerals are a rewarding experience all the same. People are shocked when I tell them I would rather preach a funeral than a wedding, but it’s true. In weddings, preachers are just part of the decorations. We are there as a part of the bride’s overall vision. Our role is to do what we’re told. Once a bride-to-be gave very specific instructions regarding the content of my message: “Don’t say the ring is a circle symbolizing undying love or any of the other traditional things preachers usually say.” Needless to say, that wedding was not high on my list of life-affirming experiences.
At funerals, we speak the language that matters. We rarely do this on other occasions. Most of life is a distraction from the inevitable, but at funerals we are forced to deal with the sobering reality of human mortality. It may be grim, but it’s instructive.
In “The Seekonk Woods,” Galway Kinnell writes, “So what if we groan. / That’s our noise. Laughter is our stuttering /in a language we can’t speak yet.” Laughter is fine for distraction, and God means for us to enjoy life, but groaning is needful. That’s our noise. And if we don’t learn to speak our essential language, we will never come to terms with the truth about the human condition.
Solomon puzzles his readers in Ecclesiastes with the following words.
A good name is better than precious ointment, and the day of death than the day of birth. It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting, for this is the end of all mankind, and the living will lay it to heart. Sorrow is better than laughter, for by sadness of face the heart is made glad. The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth (Ecc. 7:1-4).
In this passage we find three comparisons that challenge our normal response to death:
1. Death-days are better than Birthdays. Birthdays start a process of aging and decay. From the day of our birth, we begin to perish. Every Birthday is a reminder that it is appointed for man to die (Heb. 9:27). However, for the Christian, the day of one’s death is the point at which he is set free from this decay and made new. In Christ, death is “gain” (Phil. 1:21-23).
2. Funeral homes are better than banquet halls. When we get to verse 2 in Ecclesiastes 7, we would have an easier time interpreting Solomon’s words if we remind ourselves of his overall objective of wisdom. Solomon’s not against having a little fun from time to time. Earlier he said there is a time to weep and a time to laugh (3:4). But jokes are superficial. When we are confronted with death, we are taught more wisdom than we could get in a hundred jokes.
3. Sorrow is better than laughter. Again, this needs to be put in perspective–Solomon is talking about a particular kind of wisdom here. Without sorrow there can be no real joy. Take salvation, for instance. Forgiveness is impossible without tears of repentance. That is why James recommended sorrow to his readers: “Be wretched and mourn and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning and your joy to gloom” (Jas. 4:9).
All of this is not to say life should be bleak and morose. The point is, without those sobering moments in life, true joy is impossible. Those who are spiritual see funerals as needed reminders that we are on a journey, and earth is not the final destination point. Through tears and repentance we prepare to receive rich blessings and unimaginable joy.
Jesus told his disciples, “You will be sorrowful, but you sorrow will turn into joy” (Jn. 16:20). So let us groan. That is our noise.
more weeks of beautiful fall foliage—those reds, yellows, and browns. The earth has shifted on its axis like a person turning in his sleep to avoid the daylight creeping through his window, and we breathe a sigh of relief as the temperatures drop below that of the average person’s body heat. It gets hot here in the summertime. This gives Alabamians a better perspective on autumn than, say, people from Canada. Canadians don’t know what three months of 90-degree temperatures feel like. Autumn for them is a precursor to winter, which in Canada is terrifying.
I wonder what the people of Burma would say about that attitude. Burma was a democracy until 1962, when a coup de etat turned the government into a military junta. Any protests since then have been met with violent governmental force. In September of 2007, hundreds of Buddhist monks staged a protest and were confronted by a vicious military crackdown that led to several deaths. Internet access was cut off, and journalists were warned not to report on the protests. The following month the military forced the people to march in a government rally. Factories were told to produce at least 50 marchers for the rally or suffer a fine.
The men of the Ashville Road Church of Christ, where I preach, just attended a Men’s Retreat in Mentone, Alabama. Our speaker was Dale Jenkins. We had a wonderful time with Dale and grew from his well-organized, thoughtful lessons. Here are a just a few of my favorite quotes from Dale’s lessons: