Stay awake! You do not know on which day
your Lord will come
Matthew
24:37-44
Three weeks ago, my third cousin,
Father Bob Ray, and I made a promised trip down to my home parish of Saint
Theresa of Avila in Meade County to show our friend Greg Burch where his father
grew up and to look through the old cemetery for Burch family graves. It was a
fascinating trip. We showed him the home his father grew up in and where some
of his uncles and aunts raised their families. He was delighted when we found
many of his family graves in the old Saint Theresa Cemetery which dates back to
1827.
Across the road from the old
cemetery, Saint Theresa Church has a new cemetery that was started about 1950.
That’s where mine and Father Ray’s families are buried and where both of us
will be buried. We stopped by our parents and grandparents graves, as well as
uncles and aunts, old friends and neighbors with whom we grew up.
Being third cousins, our families overlap in some places. Our grandmothers were
sisters. Besides that, my sister, who died last year, was married to his brother. That brother, my brother-in-law, stopped by while we there to visit my
sister’s grave who was his wife.
Stay
awake! You do not know on which day
your
Lord will come.
As we walked from grave to grave, I
noticed that some of the people died in their old age, while others were taken
suddenly in their youth. There was one grave of a mother and two children who
were all killed together in a car accident. Their stone told the reader that
they had donated their organs to save the lives of four people who were waiting
for organ transplants. There were graves of children who died of
illnesses, graves of teenagers who died in motorcycle accidents and a husband
and wife who were killed together in another car wreck. Then there was the grave of
one of my cousins and her husband who both had a very sad ending. She had advanced
MS and he was her caretaker. As her disease progressed, we were all expecting
her to go at any time. However, her devoted husband-caretaker unexpectedly died of a
heart attack one day, leaving her with no caretaker. I did the funeral. I still
remember her being carried, unable to walk, to his graveside when we laid him
to rest.
As we made our rounds of the
tombstones, mostly with familiar names, I came to my own grave plot with my new
tombstone in place with my full name, date of birth and ordination date. It’s
simple, small and matches the two other priests that I will be buried next to –
Father Felix Johnson, my childhood pastor, who said I would never make it in the
seminary, and Father Thomas Buren, my first pastor, down in Somerset, after ordination. Both of them were a pain in the you-know-what, but once we are all
dead, who cares? All is forgiven. The only thing different on my tombstone are
these words – “Simply Amazed – Forever Grateful” across the top. The only thing left blank on my stone is my
death date.
Stay awake! You do not know on which day
your Lord will come.
Have you ever wondered about your
own death date? Have you ever let yourself imagine it? Have you made plans for
it? I have! I have a last will and testament and a designated
executor. I have a “living will” outlining my wishes about end of life
issues. I have a funeral service outlined with readings, music and a
priest-homilist selected. I have a burial spot and a tombstone
already erected. Abbey Caskets, over at Saint Meinrad where I used to work, is providing a casket.
I have an in-home health care policy
that I bought when I turned fifty so I might be spared, for a
while at least, going to a nursing home. I have saved all through my ordained life to
be able to pay my bills so as not to be a burden to my family, my friends or
the archdiocese. I have gotten annual physicals and monitored my
health on a regular basis. Like that old “Ronco Rotisserie Oven” commercial used
to put it on TV, I have “set it” and now I want to “forget it.” Having prepared
the best that I can for dying, I now want to go on living the best I can, for as long as I can!
Yes, I have my proverbial bags
packed. I just don’t know the day or the hour. I have no control over how I
will die, but I do have a few hopes about how my life will
end. I don’t know if it will be quick and easy or drawn out and painful. I only
hope I don't have to suffer. I have never been very good at that! I can’t even
handle the flu all that well! Filled with amazement and gratitude, and
hopefully free of pain, I pray that I am aware of what is happening so that I
can embrace it rather than go out kicking and screaming. If it is painful,
I pray that I can handle it with dignity and grace, without too much
aggravation to those around me.
Even though I may have to update these plans every now and then, I plan to go on living with all the passion and energy that I
can muster. When I retired, I most certainly did not want to sit in a rocking
chair and wait till I died! I did not want to sit around talking about
medications, insurance policies, doctor’s appointments and what various nursing
homes have to offer. I wanted to “set it and forget it,” have my plans in place
so I could forget about them until I needed them! I did not want to pamper
myself or let myself be pampered! Instead I wanted to live simply, recreate
myself and do some things I have never done. One of those things is to
volunteer in the Caribbean Missions where life is hard, where that reality
could teach me how good I have it now and how lucky I have been most of my
life. In retirement, I wanted to keep working so that I could make some extra funds for giving back
to others, as I have so generously been given to! So far, so good! I haven’t even
pulled out my final plans and looked at them for a couple of years, but I know that
they are there when I will need them!
Stay
awake! You do not know on which day
your
Lord will come.
What about you? Are you brave
enough, and have faith enough, to let yourself think about your own death? Are
you so in denial that you are willing to stick your family with the burden of
what to do with you when you die? Are you wasting the time you have left, just
waiting around to die, or are you still reinventing yourself so that you can
keep on living a full life as long as you can? Are you doing those things that
are necessary to maintain good health or are you still engaged in addictive
habits that put your health at risk? Have you talked to your family about end
of life issues and signed the proper papers that will help them follow your
wishes? Are you prepared well enough now to be able to lay your preparations
aside and live with passion, intensity and purpose? Are you prepared spiritually to meet your Maker whatever the day or the hour?
As we try to live a full and rich
life, there are two extremes to be avoided: the failure to think about death on
one hand and an obsessive preoccupation with death on the other. Instead of
trying to “get ready” at the last minute, or being totally caught off guard,
the best approach is to “stay awake,” have "your bags packed" and keep on living, because you do not know on which day your
Lord will come! As Isaiah the Prophet put it, "Would that you would meet us doing right and being mindful of your ways."
