08/04/2025
So God made a Funeral Director…..
And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker of the grieving.” So, God made a funeral director.
God said “I need somebody to get up from their sleep, any hour of the night, miss meals, planned events, and drive through the dangerous weather to help one of his own, make arrangements, clean, vacuum, embalm, cosmetize, contact newspapers, file insurance claims, maybe grab a sandwich for supper, and stay past midnight putting together videos and picture boards. So, God made a funeral director.
I need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to lift a person, yet gentle enough to give hugs to crying daughters, wives, sons, and husbands. Somebody to call the pastors, soothe family schisms, come home hungry and tired, and have to wait for supper until his wife is done feeding and putting his children in bed, telling them that Daddy will wake up extra early in the morning so he can spend time with them…and mean it. So, God made a funeral director.
God said “I need somebody that can go days without sleeping or seeing their family, miss 1st Christmases and birthdays with their children, withstand the sighs and frustration of their wives and families as they are called out again to help someone else, all the while knowing that they are still loved because what they’re doing is inherently good and right and moral. And…who, during any given week of the year, will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon. Then, sore and exhausted, put in another seventy-two hours. So, God made a funeral director.
God had to have somebody willing to saddle the brunt of the load of being an absent family member or friend when even his wife and children, let alone anyone else has difficulty really understanding the life he leads. So, God made a funeral director.
It had to be somebody who’d love deeply and have true compassion…and not cut corners. Somebody to know his chemistry, anatomy, art, and law…and look a devastated parent, child, spouse, or sibling in the eye and relieve a tiny little speck of their pain by showing God’s love in his words and the respect he shows to them and the deceased. Somebody to put the name on the board outside, and then finish a hard days’ work with a five mile drive to church. Somebody who’d bind a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who’d laugh and cry and sigh… So, God made a funeral director.
