ritual traditions of man
Jim
of their mouth are "I'm so sorry for your loss" when they speak
to you during a funeral gathering for a close family member.
I was telling some people the other day of how when I leave
this world I'd really like it if they'd just throw a party
with a large food spread complete with music and dancing.
I explained how it should be a joyous celebration, one
very very similar in nature to celebrating the biggest job
promotion a person ever received. a happy event filled with
peace. I also told them not to invite anyone who might even
think of turning the celebration into a sad morbid event.
a friend replied, so you want a wake? to which I replied YES
a festivity to commemorate and celebrate the beginning of a new
life in a new spiritually healed body where the concerns of the
flesh are no more. they smiled and let me know a wake was still
a ritual tradition of man. ok then, being unable to escape the
ritual tradition of man and forced to accept mans labeling of
his traditions, I'll accept a wake, but don't invite any sad
people...
it's good to be allowed to step up and address things that
are to be a definite part of what the future holds in store.
peace be with ya'll
Jim
Brenda
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Which reminds me of a story that I won't vouch for...
There is a family round these parts named "Green" *names changed to protect
everyone*. Now, the "Greens" have a colorful history from the daughter nick
named
"flamin mamie" to the son who still idolizes Elvis. Rumor has it when their
father
died (who was a great ole soul. Was a true story teller and a great clogger)
they had
his wake in their house and had an ample supply of "refreshments" and music.
At
some intoxicated point they decided Daddy would like to party with them so
they pulled him
out of the coffin, stood him in the corner and partied with him all night.
I'm hoping that's one of our more rural legends instead of fact but your
post made me think of it, Jim.
:D
Jim
Brenda thank you for sharing this and reminding me
of a funny Country song. some of the words were:
Well I ain't afraid of die'n,It's the though of being dead
I wanna go on being me once my eulogys been read
Don't spread my ashes out to sea, don't lay me down to rest
You can put my mind to ease if you fill my last request
Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Just make your next selection and while your still iin line
You can pay you last respects one quarter at a time
[these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com]
Brenda, peace and joy 2U always.
Jim
Brenda
That had to be one they sang! LOL
michael...@yahoo.com
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The Green's sound Irish! :)
Michael
michael...@yahoo.com
I totally agree Jim. While the sorrow people feel are really for the
loss that "they" feel, and not normally for the departed, I still feel
that a "going away" party is the best way to celebrate the life that
was lead.
Michael
*MYSTIC*
One less drunk.
(its good to be irish)
d s
My grandparents were German and they owned an ran a local grocery
store at a resort lake in Wisconsin. They were known and loved through
out community.
Grandpa also had the local underground ice house and made
deliveries. The store had high ceilings and the wooden floor creaked as
neighbor shopped and visited.
Up there across the store ceiling where sendless strings of small
golden beads like you find used on Christmas trees. And upon those
strings hung four inch, white paper hearts, each with a name of someone
passed on. But it wasn't limited to people. There were the names of
pets as well and the date of departure.
High up on one wall was a simple banner which read: Love is the
Light that shines from heart to heart. Beneath it read, That
remebered with love is blessed and lives forever in the heart.
Well, all of that was in the 30's, yet it has been carried on to
today. I live in a retirement community and sometimes oversee special
functions. At Christmas the residents have opportunity to " add their
hearts " to that which was expressed on that banner long ago.
With the various "religious" connections with Christmas in recent
times being curtailed, this traditon helps to put the Spirit of Love,
for many, back into a focus point right where we are today.
ds.
.
mrs turtoni
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Michael
It's tradition on the Irish side of my family.
yaya
Wow, Jim. Wow.
You just gave me a thought that I want to share with you. Aside from
tradition, I can see no other reason why you and I can't be a part of
our own, and each other's wakes, while we can still enjoy ourselves.
That's when I had the thought-- Why the hell should I have to wait
untill you are dead, before i tell you what you mean to me? So,
here's your eulogy....!!
The first time I met Jim, I was at Ms. Louis's sundae shop. I was a
newcomer to the town, and Jim was the first of the men of town to
welcome me. They were having a big old party that night, filled with
music and laughter, and there was Jim, in the middle of all the
ladies, dancing his heart out. Imagine my surprise when I learned
that Jim couldn't dance. For whatever reason, I had found myself in
the virtual world of internet, and I was glad to have found a friend
who was genuine in both worlds, and he liked me too. Jim has been my
friend for over eleven years, and one friend I will never let go of.
Jim, you are not allowed to die, or even think about it, until I get
to see you in real life and give you a real hug. Kapish? That means
Fahmidi?
Meanwhile, here is a big virtual hug for you.
Yahya
Jim
Yahya, you have given of yourself to me and to so many others.
your love for us all is a most genuine sincere and truly from
the heart love. a love I have not seen often or shared in. a
great blessing you are to me and your gifts during the years have
contained real value and not that which will be consumed by the
fire. read [1Co 3:13 - 1Co 3:15] these verses well define my
attempt at expressing to you Yahya what I am wanting to say. I
do know full well how verse [1Co 3:16] ..... "the Spirit of God
dwells in you" speaks clearly to me of persons such as yourself.
my eulogy for you Yahya will be as follows:
A Man who loved others enough to overcome fear and share great
profound truths having intellectual depth and insight extending
far below the surface granting to me the gift of having my eyes
opened by these words he shared, "The logical mindset is 'seeing
is believing' while the spiritual mindset is 'believing is seeing!'"
>
> The first time I met Jim, I was at Ms. Louis's sundae shop. I was a
> newcomer to the town, and Jim was the first of the men of town to
> welcome me. They were having a big old party that night, filled with
> music and laughter, and there was Jim, in the middle of all the
> ladies, dancing his heart out. Imagine my surprise when I learned
> that Jim couldn't dance. For whatever reason, I had found myself in
> the virtual world of internet, and I was glad to have found a friend
> who was genuine in both worlds, and he liked me too. Jim has been my
> friend for over eleven years, and one friend I will never let go of.
Yahya my dear friend and Brother in Christ, yes indeed it was
a "virtual" world of love. people sharing a joy brought into
their lives by having found an imaginary place where people
could love each other. a place we called ARC formed and
characterized by the love people wanted to share with each other
in a place we each helped to create out of our own imaginations.
a place existing or coming about seemingly at random as each of
us created in our own way a contribution to a little place where
people could just love one another as they were and are. for me,
my experiences receiving the love of others in ARC were and are as
real as the keyboard I now use to express these feelings of mine.
they are now memories for me and ones I'll cherish for the remainder
of my days on earth.
>
> Jim, you are not allowed to die, or even think about it, until I get
> to see you in real life and give you a real hug. Kapish? That means
> Fahmidi?
>
> Meanwhile, here is a big virtual hug for you.
Brother thank you for that hug. in truth neither of us will ever
die but rather we each will at our appointed time pass from this
physical body into our spiritual body where we will spend eternity
in our Father's Kingdom. "believing is seeing" and I will see you
there.
the Greeks have the word 'agapao' because there are several different
kinds of love. their language makes previsions for exact expression
leaving the recipient with a clear understanding of what is being said.
pure agapao is the type of love God has given and extended to us all.
it is the highest and most pure. I realized on 1-18-08 at 10:30pm how
the love from a mother who had all her life placed her children before
herself was a pure love and only second to the love God Himself gives
to each of us.
peace 2U always Yahya,
your Brother Jim
cavalamb himself
All I can add to that is, "Amen"
Richard
yaya
Jim, my friend. You have no idea how much this means to me. This was
a confirmation I have been praying for, and I am glad it came from
you. All of my life, or at least as far as I can remember, I have
been asking hard questions about God. That is how I came to know
Jesus. I started by trying to prove his religion to be a false
religion, and in the process I read his words and found them to be
flawless. In time I came to believe that if I believed in Him as the
son of God, He would not just show me the way, He will take me there.
Now, over thirty years later, I find myself with the same compassion
for Moslems. Prophet Mohammad said that the followers of Jesus will
be the greatest among all. He believed in the teachings of Jesus, so
much so that he destroyed all of the temples and all of their gods,
and declared Allah as the God of Jesus, the Jahova. If this was all
the good that he said about Jesus, it would have been enough. It
would have been enough for me to encourage at least one Moslem to read
the Bible before he or she hates Christians. But there is so much
more about Mohammad's adoration for Jesus.
While Mohammad admired Jesus, he had a great deal of disregard for the
Coptic. He believed that the dominant church had corrupted the
teachings of Christ, and that he was sent by God to return Christ to
his rightful place. Though I disagree with many of his ways, I cannot
disagree with some very critical issues that he had with Christianity
as a religion. With all my heart I want to say these things, and yet
my mind holds me still. My words will hurt many people, both Moslem
and Christian, and many of them will be among my own friends and
family. I have been studying and praying and waiting on Jesus,
because I want Him to go in front of me and pave the way. With Jesus
in front, I can hurt no one, and that's worth waiting for.
The verses that you quotes spoke volumes to me. It reminded me that
my work will honor God, as long as I build upon the foundation of
Jesus Christ, and not deny Him. Vesrse 6 had a special meaning all to
itself. Regardless of how much I believe, I have this nagging concern
of arrogance. It would be indeed arrogant of me to assume undue
authority, if that is not in God's plan. The entire chapter reminded
me that I am one of God's fellow workers, and it is not for me to
question, but do. "Spirit of God lives in you," reminds me that I
need not doubt my authority. Pray for me.
> my eulogy for you Yahya will be as follows:
> A Man who loved others enough to overcome fear and share great
> profound truths having intellectual depth and insight extending
> far below the surface granting to me the gift of having my eyes
> opened by these words he shared, "The logical mindset is 'seeing
> is believing' while the spiritual mindset is 'believing is seeing!'"
To this day I don't know if I thought that thought or if it was a
beautiful butterfly that landed on my hands, and I happened to give it
to you. Thank you for keeping it alive.
> > The first time I met Jim, I was at Ms. Louis's sundae shop. I was a
> > newcomer to the town, and Jim was the first of the men of town to
> > welcome me. They were having a big old party that night, filled with
> > music and laughter, and there was Jim, in the middle of all the
> > ladies, dancing his heart out. Imagine my surprise when I learned
> > that Jim couldn't dance. For whatever reason, I had found myself in
> > the virtual world of internet, and I was glad to have found a friend
> > who was genuine in both worlds, and he liked me too. Jim has been my
> > friend for over eleven years, and one friend I will never let go of.
>
> Yahya my dear friend and Brother in Christ, yes indeed it was
> a "virtual" world of love. people sharing a joy brought into
> their lives by having found an imaginary place where people
> could love each other. a place we called ARC formed and
> characterized by the love people wanted to share with each other
> in a place we each helped to create out of our own imaginations.
> a place existing or coming about seemingly at random as each of
> us created in our own way a contribution to a little place where
> people could just love one another as they were and are. for me,
> my experiences receiving the love of others in ARC were and are as
> real as the keyboard I now use to express these feelings of mine.
> they are now memories for me and ones I'll cherish for the remainder
> of my days on earth.
Amen.
> > Jim, you are not allowed to die, or even think about it, until I get
> > to see you in real life and give you a real hug. Kapish? That means
> > Fahmidi?
>
> > Meanwhile, here is a big virtual hug for you.
>
> Brother thank you for that hug. in truth neither of us will ever
> die but rather we each will at our appointed time pass from this
> physical body into our spiritual body where we will spend eternity
> in our Father's Kingdom. "believing is seeing" and I will see you
> there.
>
> the Greeks have the word 'agapao' because there are several different
> kinds of love. their language makes previsions for exact expression
> leaving the recipient with a clear understanding of what is being said.
>
> pure agapao is the type of love God has given and extended to us all.
> it is the highest and most pure. I realized on 1-18-08 at 10:30pm how
> the love from a mother who had all her life placed her children before
> herself was a pure love and only second to the love God Himself gives
> to each of us.
I am curious now. Tell me what happened on 1-18-08 at 10:30 pm?
> peace 2U always Yahya,
> your Brother Jim
Love you too Brother,
Yahya