Emphasis Preaching Journal

A bereavement support group was talking about the hardest things they had done since their loved one had died. Helen had this to say:

"The hardest thing I have done since Henry died two months ago was to leave the cemetery. I don't remember very much about the visitation, or the funeral service, but I remember being at the cemetery. It was a cold, wet day. As I stood at the graveside I remember thinking that even God was weeping with us. I was in control of my emotions right up to the point where the cross was made on the casket with sand. But when that was done, I started to lose it.

"The tears started to roll down my face. Before I knew it, silent sobs were shaking my body. When the committal service was over the minister came and shook my hand. I knew I was supposed to leave but I couldn't take that first step away from Henry. I remember looking around and wondering why God had deserted me. Then, without making a big deal of it, the minister came back and stood beside me until I was ready to leave.

"In hindsight, I realize that God hadn't deserted me. He was there in the presence of the minister. I just didn't see him."

--Conroy