{"id":265,"date":"2008-01-09T15:25:09","date_gmt":"2008-01-09T20:25:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/example.org\/a-funeral-and-a"},"modified":"2017-01-05T16:44:15","modified_gmt":"2017-01-05T16:44:15","slug":"a-funeral-and-a","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.garycombs.org\/blog\/2008\/01\/a-funeral-and-a.html","title":{"rendered":"A funeral and a wedding"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/garycombsorg.s3.amazonaws.com\/uploads\/2008\/01\/graveyard2.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"image-full alignleft\" style=\"margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; width: 299px; border: 0px;\" title=\"Graveyard2\" alt=\"Graveyard2\" src=\"https:\/\/garycombsorg.s3.amazonaws.com\/uploads\/2008\/01\/graveyard2.jpg\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a> I haven&#8217;t had this kind of confusion of emotion for years.<\/p>\n<p>This week is my daughter&#8217;s wedding. We&#8217;ve planned it for months. But unexpectedly (This is always the case), my family lost my mother&#8217;s sister on Saturday morning. I was getting ready for visiting missionaries to have dinner with us on Saturday when I received the call from my brother.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Gary.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hey Donnie, what&#8217;s up?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Bad news. Aunt Betty died this morning.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>So, we took care of our guests for the weekend. We had church. Then, we got in the car and drove to Virginia for a funeral. You don&#8217;t plan for funerals. You just respond and go.<\/p>\n<p>I remember a few years ago when we had a similar week. Robin and I had just found out we were pregnant with our first child (Stephen). We were elated. In the same week, Robin&#8217;s paternal grandfather died.<\/p>\n<p>I wrote a song for my father-in-law and my wife that week. The chorus went like this:<\/p>\n<blockquote dir=\"ltr\">\n<p style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';\">&#8220;An old man dies,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';\">\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 a child is born.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';\">A life to shout.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in 0in 0pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';\"><span style=\"mso-spacerun: yes;\">\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>a death to mourn.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>I suppose I&#8217;m not the first to feel both the joy and sadness of life at once. King Solomon certainly spoke of it in the book of Ecclesiates as he said,<\/p>\n<blockquote dir=\"ltr\">\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"margin-right: 0px;\">To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die&#8230; a time to weep, and a time to laugh.&#8221;<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>I&#8217;m drawing on the grace of God this week. I&#8217;m praying that it will extend to my entire family. God gives us the capacity to laugh and to mourn at its appropriate time.<\/p>\n<p>In Christ I can clear the emotional confusion. Today, I can weep. Tomorrow I can laugh. Somedays I do both. It&#8217;s OK. Christ gives us this grace.<\/p>\n<p>In Christ I can mourn at a funeral and celebrate at a wedding. Neither was a surprise to Him. He knew the hour for both beforehand.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I haven&#8217;t had this kind of confusion of emotion for years. This week is my daughter&#8217;s wedding. 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