In recent years, I've noticed the photo albums for people to look at and sometimes there's a DVD running continuously of pictures of the deceased. To me, that is how I would want to be remembered. But not while I'm laying in a box close by or in the same room.
You Heard Him: "Follow Me!"
When Jesus saw a crowd around him,
he gave orders to cross to the other shore.
A scribe approached and said to him,
"Teacher, I will follow you wherever you go."
Jesus answered him, "Foxes have dens and birds of the sky have nests,
but the Son of Man has nowhere to rest his head."
Another of his disciples said to him,
"Lord, let me go first and bury my father."
But Jesus answered him, "Follow me,
and let the dead bury their dead." Matthew 8:18-22
Sounds harsh doesn't it? The Son of Man has nowhere to rest his head and by the way, don't bother to bury your father, but follow me!
I've always found wakes to be somewhat barbaric. The last memory I want of someone that I've loved is to have them dressed up and laying in a box! Gives me a chill just thinking about it! And why is everyone whispering?
"Let the dead bury your dead" is harsh but also practical. We have to move on with our lives and be with the living and in the present and not live in the past. It's painful, but necessary. A friend of mine once told me that now I had an advocate in heaven. I could certainly use one!
I think Jesus was letting the disciples know that He had no place to call home and that his ministry was going to keep him moving. He probably also hoped that wherever He was with those who loved Him, that would be home.
"Follow me." Sounds so simple, doesn't it?
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