(her beautiful name for a beautiful new baby ... if its a girl :) )
Earlier this week I attended a burial service for a baby girl who lived for a little more than an hour. The thirty minute service was conducted on a beautiful afternoon at a nearby cemetery. As I approached the crowd who had gathered for this occasion, I recognized many faces - faces of people who have faith in God.
The pastor spoke words of faith, wisdom and life. We all beheld the beautifully adorned box that held the little girl’s frame. We sang songs together.
In that moment a phrase continued to emerge from my soul. It is a phrase that I have memorized and repeated thousands of times in public and private in my life. The phrase repeated over and over and over in my heart like a short track on my ipod set on repeat.
The phrase comes from the Apostles Creed. It is “
I believe in the resurrection of the body.” It is not a phrase that I have to go digging for in my mind somewhere - it simply rises up within me during moments like this. When death seems to have its way, there are deeper seeds of faith planted within Christ-followers that rise up to say, “But there is more to the story ... this is not the end ... there is a resurrection of the body ... there is a life larger than death!”
Because of this faith, Christians can
grieve with hope. There is a world of difference between a hope-filled grief and and hopeless grief. Just as Jesus wept when he learned that Lazarus had died, we too are free to weep and mourn and cry. But beneath the grieving and the loss there is a hope and a faith that death cannot take away.
I saw this hope and faith in this family and in those who had gathered around. They joined in singing songs of praise to God for His victory over death, and in that moment of grief our faith emerged quite naturally.
At the end of the service we released 75 balloons into the air - one for every minute the baby lived. And as those balloons were flying away, I thought about how every minute in life is precious. I turned to the guy next to me and said, “
today is a good day to be grateful for every minute of life.” Every minute is a gift from above. Every minute is a blessing.
With Christ, we can live life to the fullest. We can grieve well and with hope. And we can soak in every precious minute our Lord gives to us.
May we all count our blessings minute by minute, and may we live in the hope of Christ.
Grace and peace,
Pastor Bailey
(Thanks to Ryan and Dayna Saltzgaber for giving permission to share this reflection. For more on their story, see their blog at
http://www.rydaysalt.blogspot.com)
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