//Let the wicked forsake his way and the unrighteous man his thoughts; and let him return to the Lord. And He will have compassion on him, and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon. For your thoughts are not my thoughts, nor are your ways My ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts”. (NASB) Is 55:7-9
I see people hugging one another with comfort and tears and even some laughter. I greet some I haven't seen for a long time. I sit beside one woman who I have met a few times, really a relative by marriage, but we have never spent any real time together. People are dressed, some in jeans, others in slacks, some in skirts and dresses. Some men have ties, as well as others in sweatshirts. We are together, yet I feel apart, except for those I am sitting with and a few I know. I have never met the one for whom the funeral is for, yet I am friends with his mother. Even her, with our schedules, we ave not been spending much time together.//
I ask Jesus, quietly, in my heart, “Why”, why do we care about the way people are dressed at an event? Why don't I purpose to make room in my life for those I used to spend so much time with? My thoughts wander to others who are not an active presence any longer.
As I watch and wonder and ask, voices settle into quiet and eyes focus forward as the service begins. My eyes are attentive, but my question still lingers. I quietly say to my friend beside me, “We are just all people who need God.”
I never heard a word about clothes. No one chided me for not spending time with them. I know we all have these why questions. I think the answer is “we are just all people who need God. One day we will know the why of it all.