Today I attended the funeral for the 2,411 remains found 5 months ago. Many of you who have read my blog know that the chance of one of them being mine was great. You also know God asked me not to do anything about it in the sense of stepping forward. You can read about that here.
I found out they were to be buried the night before the funeral. There was an odd feeling going through me as I was excited that I had an opportunity to go pay my respects and to get closure on what has been a tough road. Excited about a funeral? The answer is because I would be able to do something in case one of them were mine. To say to myself and those around me, “Hey, I did what I could. I was there.”
Indiana’s attorney general Curtis Hill spoke eloquently, keeping much of his emotion under wrap, stating the facts yet comforting those in attendance at the same time.
After he spoke, many clergy took turns to pray, comment, and sing. It was weird to say the least to hear different people from different walks of life share what they thought or how they thought to comfort. They each had their way which they deemed necessary to get their points across. And while one man offered a prayer that may have been better left unsaid, another spoke with sincerity and love, the very thing we as a pro-life society need to have at the end of the day.
Some took it as an opportunity to put opinions out there. To remind us that we were witnessing something so heinous, so out-there. But one man presented Jesus and served the dead by keeping it about love with sincere tears.
The moment I knew I’d be able to attend, I was finally able look back at the last 5 months and see how God was working. I could see why He wanted things the way that He did. I can tell you before that moment, I just couldn’t see God working. I kept thinking to myself that this was just one of them things you go through and never know why. One of those times when you’d have to wait to get to heaven to ask God why.
While it was so completely hard for me to listen to Him and do His will, I’m so glad that I did. Hindsight is 20/20 of course. But when it’s a God thing, hindsight is so much more! You can look back and see where He was working, shaping and molding. I can see where He was strengthening me and using me in the lives of others as I reached out to them for advice, guidance or just an ear.
I may never know if one of those were mine, but I will always know how God changed me through the not knowing. How He had His way in it for me and how He turned something good out of something so bad. Mostly how He showed me His blood truly covers ALL sin.
Last point I’d like to share with you, the reader, is to remember stories like mine when you’re hearing of a woman walking into a an abortion clinic. Remember she is a person who is troubled, who may not know God. This does not excuse her of course but rather remind yourself that God’s blood shed on calvary was for the sin of all mankind, even her sin. That she is a soul in need of making it to heaven someday, not to be scorned and put down in judgmental conversation.