Graves and headstones

Life’s greatest mystery – death – finds expression in diverse forms most of which are better experienced than explained. In fact, the mystery defies explanation thereby beckoning us all to the experience in different seasons and varied ways.

Rev. My Father – Grave and headstone

Getting the final resting place of Daddy’s remains to look like this was not without its hurdles, as is often the case with literally every single chapter of the book that life’s greatest mystery writes in each family. But now that we are here, there is something about it that my mind would take a significant while to sufficiently digest.

Wonder! Yes, wonder! That is where my mind currently is with this and I am certain that some day not too long from now, words to paint a clearer picture would emerge from the depths of my being that now ruminate in wonder.

I know not the totality of the mystery
I dare not claim its diverse expressions to understand 
Yet intrigued, I remain in the face of a slab of concrete and graphite
The intrigue coming not from its basic composition as from the significance it must hold
Of his passing and the life that goes on for me, closure has been granted amidst the wonder that beckoned
Yet of the grave and the headstone that now captures the essence of the life he lived as best we could describe it
...

“I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death. O Death, I will be your plagues! O Grave, I will be your destruction! Pity is hidden from My eyes.” ‭‭Hosea‬ ‭13‬:‭14‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

“O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭15‬:‭55‬-‭57‬ ‭KJV‬‬


But thanks be to God who gives us the victory through Jesus Christ Our Lord

Paul the Apostle
No wonder, I wonder
No wonder, there seems to be more
No wonder, the persuasion about what will be uncovered
No wonder, my mind has remained fixated on what more there could be
No wonder, the subject would not be laid to rest no matter how hard I have tried to let it go
No wonder, the calmness and rest in my spirit despite the intrigue that so lavishly engulfs my thoughts and being 
No wonder, something as simple as a slab of concrete and graphite with an inscription has captured my heart since it was done
The wonder soon to be uncovered lies in the reality that the grave once had power and victory BUT ... GOD ...
NO WONDER!!!
Rev. My Father – More alive today than ever

And thus I eagerly await with expectation the mystery of the grave and the headstone.


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