“It wasn’t supposed to return to this, it wasn’t supposed to finish this fashion…” This was a recurring chorus in my homily this previous weekend – however after I preached these phrases I did not know the way quickly my household would wish to take them to coronary heart.
Late final evening my sister referred to as to inform me that my nephew, Michael, 46, misplaced his life as a result of accidents sustained in an avalanche in Alaska the place he lived along with his spouse, Sunny. This is a photograph of Michael from a number of years again. I might wish to title it, “Going House to God…”
Michael was a complete open air man, a lover of nature and knowledgeable heli ski guide in Alaska and Argentina. He leaves his spouse, Sunny, of Valdez, Alaska; and his dad and mom, Ruth and Bob Hamilton, and his brother Bobby (and his spouse and two younger kids), all of Colorado.
After receiving the information, I wrote a prayer for my sister and brother-in-law and I share it with you right here, hoping you will pray it with us, for Michael and all who beloved him.
Of all of the presents you have given us,
Michael was probably the greatest
and of all of the belongings you’ve requested of us,
letting go of him is likely one of the hardest…
It wasn’t supposed to return to this,
it wasn’t supposed to finish this fashion…
And, in fact, every part hasn’t ended
– even when it generally appears and feels that approach…
Michael’s life and love nonetheless reside inside our hearts
although we would love to carry him in our arms
– only one extra time…
We would love to inform him that we love him
– and in our prayer we’ll do exactly that –
trusting that he’ll hear and perceive
all our hearts are holding in
and bursting to share with him,
– particularly, proper now…
How a lot he beloved the world you made, Lord,
the sweetness and the thriller of creation:
reward him now with new life
within the thriller of that peace that has no finish,
within the new world of your love
the place he’ll be one with you perpetually,
the place he’ll look ahead to whenever you name us, too
and collect us collectively
with all who’ve gone earlier than us in your peace…
For the reward of our beloved son, we thanks, Lord:
maintain us in your mercy
as you maintain him in your peace
till we meet once more…
Shield us, Lord whereas we’re awake
and watch over us whereas we sleep
that awake, we’d maintain watch with you
and asleep, relaxation in your peace…
Shepherd and sheep, my God and I:
to recent inexperienced fields you led my steps in days passed by.
You gave me relaxation by quiet springs
and stuffed my soul with peace your loving presence brings.
O shelter me, O shelter me:
the way in which forward is darkish and troublesome to see.
O shelter me, O shelter me:
all will likely be effectively if solely you’ll shelter me.
But now I tread a diff’hire approach;
demise canines my path with stealthy steps from everyday.
I can’t discover your peaceable place
however dwell in dreary darkness, eager for your face.
I’ll look again in days to return
and understand your faithfulness has led me residence.
Inside your home I’ll discover my peace,
trusting that in your mercy you’ve gotten sheltered me.