A better look at death

by

Candi Timmerman

I went to a funeral Friday, pondered on the meaning of life and how degrading Christian funerals are to the dead. Thought about all the stuff I guess we're supposed to be led into thinking about at funerals...but at then end of all of it... after the casket was in the ground and everyone drying it up to go and eat (what about Southerners leads us to eat when there's a death, birth, tradgedy, or someone buys a new car? no wonder we're all so fat) all I wanted after all was said and done was the joy of a cigarrette standing in the sun on a gorgeous Spring day. I don't know that my dry eyes were insulting, I just know that I don't think the death of a 90 year-old woman who loved her family and loved God is such a sad thing...seems to me that she would have cringed to attend her own funeral. People are so selfish.

Then, this morning, at 6 a.m., I got out of bed and came on to campus to pick clippings from the gingko tree that has been assigned to my botany class...imagine my delight when the pollen from the male tree rubbed off onto my fingers in what looked like the most exotic saffron you can imagine. The miracle of a tree pushing up out of the ground and into the air year after year so infintessimally just astounds me. Better than the best sermon is to go out into your front yard and study a tree closely.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Game
by: Ka Trena Underdue
from: Greensboro, NC, US

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