This past weekend, I was in Orlando, Florida for the funeral of an uncle. My Uncle David was the youngest of my mother’s siblings dying at the age of sixty. Diabetes took it’s toll on David’s body and finally that body gave out. David leaves behind a grieving widow and five children, three of which are too young to have to have to deal with losing a parent.
David was an active of an Apostolic church in nearby Sanford. As we
went to the viewing at the funeral home and the next day at the church, I
came to face to face with all those cliches you hear when someone
dies. “God is in control.” “He’s not in pain anymore.” “This all
happens for a reason.”
My seminary trained brain tells me I’m not supposed to accept such
trivial sayings. I’ve learned that such words just cover up the pain
that people are really going through. I’m supposed to see such sayings
as a twisting of theology and incredibly insensitive to those
I know that’s what I’m supposed to think.
But now I don’t mind hearing them.