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I have presided over many celebration of life services and often wonder, what is a life well lived? Each person, unique, wonderfully made, and loved. Never, and I mean never, have a person’s material possessions been the center of attention. My task as pastor, besides proclaiming the gospel, is to shed light on what truly matters as a human being, that is, how have you made a difference in the lives of others. While we claim faith in Jesus, we fail to follow his teaching to love him by loving others. Most of us continue to embrace fully the practice of scarcity not abundance, accumulating more and more out of fear. Will I have enough? This week at synod assembly Rev. Tim Brown spoke of stewardship and generosity. Stewardship is not just money, it’s about relationships, self, work, play, etc. Stewardship is our life. A life well lived is about surrender. Surrender of your ego to the service of others. Take some time this week to reflect upon your life and what it means to live well before you die. While doing so, I leave you with a poem on death from Rumi.

 

When I Die

 

When I die

when my coffin

is being taken out

you must never think

i am missing this world

 

don't shed any tears

don't lament or

feel sorry

i'm not falling

into a monster's abyss

 

when you see

my corpse is being carried

don't cry for my leaving

i'm not leaving

i'm arriving at eternal love

 

when you leave me

in the grave

don't say goodbye

remember a grave is

only a curtain

for the paradise behind

 

you'll only see me

descending into a grave

now watch me rise

how can there be an end

when the sun sets or

the moon goes down

 

it looks like the end

it seems like a sunset

but in reality it is a dawn

when the grave locks you up

that is when your soul is freed

 

have you ever seen

a seed fallen to earth

not rise with a new life

why should you doubt the rise

of a seed named human

 

have you ever seen

a bucket lowered into a well

coming back empty

why lament for a soul

when it can come back

like Joseph from the well

 

when for the last time

you close your mouth

your words and soul

will belong to the world of

no place no time