There With Jesus
Sermon
Life Everlasting
The Essential Book of Funeral Resources
Object:
For a person crippled in mind and body
There With Jesus
2 Peter 1:16-18
All of us believers would like to be able to say what Peter says here in his letter, "We were there [with Jesus]" (2 Peter 1:17 TEV). Peter was there with Jesus when Jesus turned the water into wine. Peter was there with Jesus when Jesus fed 5,000 families with a few loaves of bread and a couple of fish. Peter was there with Jesus when Jesus gave sight to the blind, hearing to the deaf, speech to a person like Marion, who for so long could never get the words out to say what she wanted to say. Peter was there with Jesus when Jesus walked on the water, and when he raised Lazarus from death.
Peter was there. Peter saw Jesus during those marvelous years when Jesus' ministry was like a glorious song of praise to God, a song being sung across the length and breath of Israel. You and I were not there. We know the richness of those days only because we have been told about them by people like Peter, who were there, then, with Jesus. I would have loved to have been there with Jesus when he was doing those wonderful things I read about in my Bible.
I feel a little bit the same way about Marion. I was not there to know her before her first two strokes, before she wore that patch over one lens of her glasses, before she spoke only in unfinished sentences. My wife and I knew her gentle smile and matching manner. We knew her kindness. We knew her love for her family, for her church, for her friends in the Lois Circle and her friends in the neighborhood. We knew the joyful spirit Marion had within her. We knew how much she enjoyed our visiting her, almost as much as we did, browsing through photos there in her room in the nursing home, looking at the little girl who once stood so straight and tall on the top of the fence post.
We knew Marion, but not before her second stroke. I would have liked to have known her before that. I wish I had known her as the wonderful wife she had been to her husband. I wish I had known her as the caring mom she was to her beloved daughters. I wish I had known her as the delightful, active, faithful, supportive, prayerful church member she had been. I wish I had known Marion as the adventurous young girl, going off by herself to work on the North Shore of Lake Superior. Marion must have been a fun person to be around. I am sorry I missed that. I am glad I learned about those good years in Marion's life from those of you who were there.
Many of you were there with Marion. That was good. Jesus was there with Marion. That was better. Jesus was there with the girl on the fence post, and the girl in a waitress uniform. Jesus was there with the wife and mom. Jesus was there with the Avon lady. Jesus was there with the woman wearing patched glasses in the apartment house in Grand Rapids. Jesus was there with Marion all those years in the nursing home. Jesus was there, knowing Marion, listening to the prayers she was praying with her heart, but couldn't speak with her mouth. Jesus was there with Marion, loving her, forgiving her, tending to her needs.
Jesus was there when Marion wasn't Marion anymore. The person we knew was no longer the person we had known. Jesus was there, she couldn't push him away. Jesus always knew her, she never changed as far as Jesus was concerned. If she couldn't pray, well, Jesus would pray for her. Jesus would never let Marion's joy be lost, never let her smile be lost, never let the best of Marion at her best be lost.
On Wednesday, Jesus was there with Marion during her last hours here on earth. On Wednesday, Jesus gave back to Marion all those good things she had been when Marion was at her best. They were never really gone. Jesus kept them safe, and gave them back to her last Wednesday, all shined up and polished for eternal use.
Now Marion is there with Jesus. Now Marion knows Jesus at his best, just as Jesus knows Marion at her best. There is nothing about that fact that is sad; nothing to cry about. Amen.
There With Jesus
2 Peter 1:16-18
All of us believers would like to be able to say what Peter says here in his letter, "We were there [with Jesus]" (2 Peter 1:17 TEV). Peter was there with Jesus when Jesus turned the water into wine. Peter was there with Jesus when Jesus fed 5,000 families with a few loaves of bread and a couple of fish. Peter was there with Jesus when Jesus gave sight to the blind, hearing to the deaf, speech to a person like Marion, who for so long could never get the words out to say what she wanted to say. Peter was there with Jesus when Jesus walked on the water, and when he raised Lazarus from death.
Peter was there. Peter saw Jesus during those marvelous years when Jesus' ministry was like a glorious song of praise to God, a song being sung across the length and breath of Israel. You and I were not there. We know the richness of those days only because we have been told about them by people like Peter, who were there, then, with Jesus. I would have loved to have been there with Jesus when he was doing those wonderful things I read about in my Bible.
I feel a little bit the same way about Marion. I was not there to know her before her first two strokes, before she wore that patch over one lens of her glasses, before she spoke only in unfinished sentences. My wife and I knew her gentle smile and matching manner. We knew her kindness. We knew her love for her family, for her church, for her friends in the Lois Circle and her friends in the neighborhood. We knew the joyful spirit Marion had within her. We knew how much she enjoyed our visiting her, almost as much as we did, browsing through photos there in her room in the nursing home, looking at the little girl who once stood so straight and tall on the top of the fence post.
We knew Marion, but not before her second stroke. I would have liked to have known her before that. I wish I had known her as the wonderful wife she had been to her husband. I wish I had known her as the caring mom she was to her beloved daughters. I wish I had known her as the delightful, active, faithful, supportive, prayerful church member she had been. I wish I had known Marion as the adventurous young girl, going off by herself to work on the North Shore of Lake Superior. Marion must have been a fun person to be around. I am sorry I missed that. I am glad I learned about those good years in Marion's life from those of you who were there.
Many of you were there with Marion. That was good. Jesus was there with Marion. That was better. Jesus was there with the girl on the fence post, and the girl in a waitress uniform. Jesus was there with the wife and mom. Jesus was there with the Avon lady. Jesus was there with the woman wearing patched glasses in the apartment house in Grand Rapids. Jesus was there with Marion all those years in the nursing home. Jesus was there, knowing Marion, listening to the prayers she was praying with her heart, but couldn't speak with her mouth. Jesus was there with Marion, loving her, forgiving her, tending to her needs.
Jesus was there when Marion wasn't Marion anymore. The person we knew was no longer the person we had known. Jesus was there, she couldn't push him away. Jesus always knew her, she never changed as far as Jesus was concerned. If she couldn't pray, well, Jesus would pray for her. Jesus would never let Marion's joy be lost, never let her smile be lost, never let the best of Marion at her best be lost.
On Wednesday, Jesus was there with Marion during her last hours here on earth. On Wednesday, Jesus gave back to Marion all those good things she had been when Marion was at her best. They were never really gone. Jesus kept them safe, and gave them back to her last Wednesday, all shined up and polished for eternal use.
Now Marion is there with Jesus. Now Marion knows Jesus at his best, just as Jesus knows Marion at her best. There is nothing about that fact that is sad; nothing to cry about. Amen.

