In Memoriam

Cycles of life and death

This Sunday brings us to the end of the church year. We will light candles in memory of loved ones who have died. We will acknowledge that their memories still shape and bless us. Like this dead old tree which still feeds the woodpeckers, memories of our deceased loved ones linger with us, and feed our souls long after we take our leave from them at their funeral.

This afternoon I attended a very sad funeral. A young man who battled mental illness, succumbed to the disease. I attended in solidarity with a member of his extended family. The family celebrated his life with songs like U2’s “But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for”, the Holly’s “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother,”  and Elvis’s “Peace in the Valley.” They  shared thoughts like, “the love we shared will bind us together forever.” It seems that his family is finding ways of being blessed by his legacy. I hope and pray so.

Cheryl Bear has a haunting song about suicide; That Cold Day. Her introduction to the song describes dealing with suicide as ‘the most difficult thing any person can deal with because we always wonder if there was something we could have done and our guilt adds to our grief.’

How can we stand in solidarity with those who know this pain as they remember those who have died other violent deaths? Here’s one possibility.

Three years ago a young Indigenous man in my city, decided to take a courageous stand of solidarity with those who live in violence and know of many lives snuffed out too soon. Michael Champagne invited others who were as sick of this unnecessary violence and death as he was to join him for an hour’s vigil on one of Winnipeg’s most violent street corners. Every Friday since then, throughout all of Winterpeg’s  frigid temperatures, there has been a vigil against violence at Meet me at the Bell Tower.

At a recent church educational day Michael said the best thing those Winnipegers who live more comfortable and peaceful lives can do, is to come and stand with them at the Bell Tower on Friday nights. The youth from my congregation will be there this Friday night to help celebrate its third anniversary. So will some of us who were young a while ago. We will light candles against the darkness.

As we gather for Memorial Sunday we will bring our memories of this experience into worship.  A few of us will also bring the memory of today’s funeral. As we light our candles, and include those who have died from violent causes, my prayer is that we will also be lighting candles of hope and faith in the Light that shines in world and has not been overcome by its darkness.


About Elsie Hannah Ruth Rempel

As a young senior whose life could easily have ended in a nasty car crash in 2012 I live with an extra dose of gratitude to God, humanity, and the wonders of our human bodies. I am a passionate advocate for ministry WITH children and seniors in the life and ministry of the church. I started working in Faith Formation with Mennonite Church Canada in 2002. Thinking and writing about faith helps me see God at work in all kinds of surprising places. I'd like to be remembered as one who encourages others to live into God's good dream for our world. My book, Please Pass the Faith: The Spiritual Art of Grandparenting, is one big way I'm trying to share that encouragement with my peers. This blog is another way I'd like to engage people who care about growing in faith across the generations.
This entry was posted in Church season, Congregational life, Family life, Lament, Memorial, Peace and justice, Suicide, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s