04/21/2020
MY HOPE
Recently my cousin passed away. He was a military officer retired with a high rank in Indian army. He had a wonderful family spread around the world. He was loved and respected by all the members of his extended family. During his military days, he would visit his uncles, aunts and cousins while on leave. Even when he was not able to travel much he would call many of us to find out how we and our dear ones were doing. He was a God fearing man and a scholar who researched in different fields and authored some books. He died during the Covid 19 days and as a result of the lockdown and social distancing requirements, only a handful of persons attended his funeral. I felt sad that I could not attend the funeral of this great and loving man. We consoled and encouraged one another through the social media and telephone.
Many watched in the social media the funeral service of a young man -- a man with a wife and three small children. The body is in a sealed coffin, probably in a sealed body bag. Family members haven’t seen him ever since he was admitted to the hospital two weeks earlier. The wife is begging everyone to allow her to have a last look at his face, a goodbye kiss or even a wave to him. She is not sure that the person in the wooden box is really her husband or those small children’s father. The priest says a few words and prays a short prayer. The body is laid in the grave and he is gone for ever. Everything seems so surreal! The scene is repeated many times allover the world.
I can only imagine the thoughts that might be going through my mind on my death bed. I would like my wife to be holding my hand and giving mild strokes on them and whispering sweet talks in my ears. I would like some dear ones to be singing my favorite songs and reading Scriptures of comfort and hope. I would like to experience the presence of the angels waiting for the signal to carry me home. I would like to see the lighted tunnel that I would be passing through to the glory land.
What if coronavirus is attached to my body. As I am struggling to breathe and looking around for a sympathetic look or touch, all I see around me are a few medical personnel in PPE frantically running from one patient to another! They may be sympathetic and compassionate but I cant see their faces through their personal protective equipment. (Thank God if they have enough of it!) Nobody is there to hold and caress my hand or my cheeks, to sing my favorite songs or read my favorite Scriptures (They don’t even know what my favorite song or Bible verse is!) If I am in a big hospital in New York City, there is a good possibility that my body, rather than being released to my family, would be buried in a mass grave in Hart Island or sent to a crematory. That is the value of this body after the spirit has left for its eternal abode. Isaiah said “All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the LORD blows on it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever”(Isaiah 40:6-8). The undertakers don’t care what all positions I had held, how large my ministry was, how many sermons I have preached, or how many followers I have. For them I am as dead grass!
Personally I don’t care for a large funeral with a lot of fanfare and meaningless accolades though a proper funeral will comfort the survivors to some extent. Whether I die of a pandemic or of any other cause, my body is as the withered grass and faded flower. The Malayalam songwriter said,
Mannil nammal jeevithamo pulline pole
Innukandum nale vaadum pookkale pole.
Dhanyam dhanam labham keerthi ha nashtamakum
Manymithrarake namme pirinjini pokum.
Diavamakkal namukku swargam ha swantha desham
Kevalamee paridamo verum paradesham.
(our life on earth is like grass, like the flower we see today and will fade tomorrow; all the material things, wealth, gains, fame all will be lost; all the respected friends will leave. We are God’s children and heaven is our true land; we are only pilgrims in this world.)
The comfort is that to be absent from this body is to be present with the Lord (2 Corinthians 5:8). This is my blessed hope, not merely wishful thinking or desire, but an assurance from the Word of God and the Spirit of God.
C. Thomas Luiskutty