Yes… A Christian Funeral

SAT., NOV. 18, 2000, 1:09 PM
FARM, DINING TABLE

A few hours ago you were seated in a quiet crowd of people, waiting for some last words to be said over pink-clad Pauline, Charles Wallace’s mother. The casket was open, as it was last evening, but apparently most of the people there had “viewed” last evening, so only a few want up to view her more closely. (You took her hand last evening, and it was, as expected, “cold as the clay.” Life had left her but a few days before she would have been 90. There is some merit in living that long, but it is harder to do these days, in your culture.

Despite having medical procedures that do prolong some lives, the physical environment of your culture (the downside of the progress that medicine claims) is more difficult for some individual to live in, with health. In your body you have some active cancer cells, encouraged by some elements in the air you breathe, the food and water that you consume, and other “products” that get into your body. You are living in reasonable balance with these cells (your very own, remember!), but you realize they could be a factor in your eventual death, a number of years before you would reach age 90.

The service today consisted of the reading of a somewhat familiar poem, which could have been about Pauline… the thoughts of a woman reviewing her life, but unable to communicate to others these important recollections and conclusions about life. And then the “remembrance” by Rev. Heil, some ( 1:27 ) Scripture (including the good, old “The Lord is My shepherd…”). He obviously had known her, for years, and some comments about her brought some quiet, gentle chuckles from some, who also knew her. It was a friendly, Christian service, not too “religious,” but also not just secular/humanistic. It was “not too short, but not too long.”

You decided not to go to the cemetery for the burial. This just didn’t seem important… and Lenore had responsibilities elsewhere and otherwise. It will be interesting to seek C.W’s remembrance of and reaction to the service.

You assume that Pauline was a Christian, and that she now is with Me, in One of My Forms. You don’t know whether… or to what extent… she was prepared for this departure from earth life and entrance into life of the spirit… with the Spirit. That isn’t really of concern to you, but you, personally, should be motivated to ready yourself for this transformation. As I have told you it should be quite an “easy passage” for you, but a bit more “preparation” would be advisable. I’m helping through these Teachings, but there’s a bit more that you need to do, to make the “passage” ideal, for you and for some others here.

If your body is not “present” at the Memorial Service for you (as I hope it won’t be… I’m “pushing” again) it would be fitting to have pictures, objects, and artifacts that could “represent” you, through at least some of your “ages.” I see nothing wrong with doing some preparation of your own for this, as well as letting Lenore and your sons be aware of what you’d like. Consider also that there could be some considerable time between the time of your death and the availability of your cremains. There could be a small “service” of some kind when that final “allocation” is made.

A Christian funeral should always contain… and actually be characterized by… affirmations as to the continuation of life, in spirit form. The body dies, but the spirit is freed, ready to leave a failing body and come ever closer to Me, Holy Spirit. That’s about all you need to know. Biblical accounts of “what happens” are part real and part “what could be.” Preparation…that I urge on you now… is for leaving this earth life, more than formulating some “future.” I’ll just say that, for you, it will all be quite familiar… and enjoyable.

SAT., NOV. 18, 2000, 1:09 PM
FARM, DINING TABLE

A few hours ago you were seated in a quiet crowd of people, waiting for some last words to be said over pink-clad Pauline, Charles Wallace’s mother. The casket was open, as it was last evening, but apparently most of the people there had “viewed” last evening, so only a few want up to view her more closely. (You took her hand last evening, and it was, as expected, “cold as the clay.” Life had left her but a few days before she would have been 90. There . . .

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