Monday, March 7, 2011

Bring On the Ashes

I still remember the first time I went to a funeral and saw a dead body.  I was in Kindergarten, and the woman known to me as "Grandma Giewitz" had died.  (she was my Dad's mother-in-law from his first marriage and no relation to me - long story).  

Up until that point, my memories of Grandma Giewitz were of Bishop's Cafe and French Silk Pie, family dinners after church and the beautiful antique mirror in the entryway of her house.  This new version of her was startling.  When I peered over the casket, she looked so peaceful - one hand lain carefully over the other, her eyes closed and her mouth turned up in a pleasant not-quite-smile.  She smelled like funeral carnations and she wore soft colors.  But she wasn't in there.  No matter how long I stared at her, she stayed away from her body.  

I have wondered so many times if we do ourselves a disservice to make death look so pretty.  Is the amount of time and money that is spent getting a person dressed to return to the dust just a way to facilitate the grieving stage of denial?  And how do we disconnect our image of that person in the casket from who they really were, who they really are?

I say this, and yet I remember those precious moments I have spent before the casket of a loved one waiting for their chest to rise and fall.  I remember the roses I have placed, the letters I have written, the cold hands I have held.  And I know I would not have traded those final moments for anything else in the world. Those moments helped me transition from life to death.  Death is mysterious.  Death is real.  Death is heart-rending.  And death is part of life.

This Wednesday, millions of people will be reminded of death's inevitability as they line up to hear the words, "Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return."  And it occurs to me to ask the question, "Why in the world do we intentionally subject ourselves to a painful reminder of our own mortality?"

Is it possible that ashes to ashes and dust to dust is actually GOOD NEWS?  I mean, sure, we spend most of this life fighting against the forces of death.  We seek good medical care, we go to extraordinary measures to keep ourselves and our loved ones alive.  But in the end, isn't it a relief to know that life isn't ultimately about the things that we can see and touch and taste?  Isn't it a relief to know that the ultimate things in this life are not dependent on our bodies - but rather on God's goodness?  When the tangible is gone, all that remains is.....well - what it says in 1st Corinthians 13 - "And these three remain: faith, hope and love - and the greatest of these is love."

So even though we die - we live.  We live in faith so strong it can move mountains; hope so sure it can bring life from death;  and love so deep it has no end. 

It is amazing to me that even as a Kindergartner I knew that my Grandma Giewitz wasn't really in that shell we called her body.  But I did know that she was somewhere.  I trusted with faith like a child that she now belonged to something bigger than me, something bigger than that casket, something bigger than her body.  It turns out that something was love.  God's love.

In life and in death.  We belong to God.  So bring on the ashes.


  1. Timely message. thanks for the Ash Wednesday Eve message!

  2. Thanks Kris. I think that I needed to hear that in preparation for tomorrow! :)

  3. Kris, I love reading your blog; so, I've nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Awards! If you want, you can pick up your prize badge at my blog; then keep the nomination train moving! :)