“It is the living who mourn at a funeral – not the dead. We mourn because the lives of the dead had made our own more lively, and since we are (or had been) so knit together, the loss of another’s strand will eventually cause our own unraveling. Fellowship is the mingling of threads that make up a fabric, and only in a fabric do we have some kind of meaningfulness.” (Rich Mullins)
My life is but a weaving, between the Lord and me
I cannot choose the colors; He worketh steadily
Sometimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper, and I, the underside…
(The Weaver, author unknown)
We the Church are a fabric woven in time. I am a strand. You are a strand. Together we form the fabric of the Church that wraps around, comforts and loves. Never static, it moves and shifts and changes daily. Each strand morphs slowly, or rapidly, over time, through the wine press of life. Delicate yet formidable, it is intricately beautiful, even with all its faults, and infinitely colorful, even with all its dark spots. Ever changing, it remains the same through all of time.
With each addition to the Church, a new strand is woven in to the timeless tapestry. With the death of each saint, a strand is released from earth…but remains forever woven into the fabric, an essential part of the grand design.
One day we’ll stand in Heaven, drinking the fragrance of the knowledge of God. And our eyes will wander over the tapestry of the Church from the dawn of time until its end, shimmering in the light of God Himself, and we’ll fall down in worship of the only One who could so perfectly prepare on earth each strand to be woven into such a perfect, glorious, intricate tapestry of saints from all time and all corners of the earth.
Mat 5:4 “Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”
6 Dec 08