Sunday, July 1, 2012

Grace, and a Child of God

This is the eulogy I gave for my mom's memorial service yesterday.


Grace, and a Child of God

Usually at funerals you hear eulogies that speak of all the things a person did in their life, their likes and their dislikes, and funny stories about them.  As I was considering what to share about my mom, I started thinking about the word ‘identity.’ What gives a person their identity? Their actions? Their words? Their interests? Their education? Their DNA? Their career?  I would like to suggest that our identity is MORE that all these things, for when we pass away, all these things are left behind. So, what makes us who we are? What gives us our true identity?  For my mom, I know she found her identity - her true identity - in one thing – she was created by God and was His own. She was a child of God through faith in Jesus Christ.

Mom loved to sew, to cook, to read. She was fanatical about keeping the kitchen clean. She loved gardening and watching birds. She was a wife, mother, grandmother, and aunt – but she was more than all of those things.  One of the most memorable days of my life was August 1, 2000.  On that day I listened to my mom stand up and share her story before she was baptized. She was 72 years old, and she wanted to declare before the whole world her identity – that she had chosen to follow Jesus, that she was buried and resurrected with Him in baptism.  If you knew my mom well, you know she was terrified of water.  She was so afraid of drowning. When we were kids and we would go to Canada every summer, she would make us wear these ski belts 24-7 because she was sure we would fall in the lake and drown until we learned to swim (we hated those things!).  But yet, here she was, at the age of 72, willingly being baptized by immersion. Why? Why would she choose to do that when she had already been baptized and confirmed in the Catholic Church?  I think I can say with confidence that Mom chose to do this because she finally understood GRACE.  It’s a concept most people, including many of us raised Catholic, do not understand.  I confess, that as a child I never understood the words to the hymn “Amazing Grace.”  What is this grace that Mom discovered?  The simplest definition is “gift.”  Sometimes it is defined as “unmerited favor.”  In other words, it is getting something YOU DO NOT DESERVE. It is getting something YOU DID NOT EARN. 

You see, in Mom’s testimony, she told how she never felt good enough, that God could not possibly love or accept her, like she never fit in – even in a family of 10 children she felt alone and unwanted.  As an adult, those feelings continued – especially when we moved to Euclid from Akron.  There she felt like she could never be good enough, like she would never fit into her new home and community. But then, she learned about grace – God’s gift of His love, His forgiveness, His mercy, His desire for her – and God’s gift of eternal life through Jesus  Christ. She learned that God loved her so much, He was willing to become man, live a perfect life, and die on the Cross and rise from the dead for her.  We sing a song in our chapel at Bethel College, and part of it says, “There is a love forgetting my failures, there is a hope that’s setting me free.”  Mom found that love, that hope. She knew that through Jesus she was forgiven – that all of her failures were forgotten, that all of her mistakes were erased by Jesus’ blood.  She finally realized that GRACE is a GIFT.  There was NO TEST TO PASS, NO GRADE TO EARN.  All of her F’s in life were turned into A’s.  A’s of acceptance, approval, adoption, amazement, and adoration.

Mom was not perfect, and she would not want me to stand here and say she was. She had learned humility.  She knew she wasn’t always the best wife, mother, grandmother, or daughter – and she regretted those things.  In her final years, she was trying to become more like Jesus - she desperately wanted to be like Him. But, with all of her failures, she now found joy, hope, and peace.  Her F’s were turned into A’s.  She knew she was ACCEPTED by God just as she was – He would NEVER reject her. She was APPROVED by Him. She knew the Christian life was not about being good, about following rules, about winning God’s approval – she knew she was approved not because of her good works, but because of Jesus’ sacrifice.

She also knew she was ADOPTED by God.  We are all spiritual orphans, but through trust in Christ, God gives us the right to be called His children.  In Romans 8:15-17, it says this, “For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of Adoption, and by Him we cry, “Abba, Father.”  The Spirit testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. Now if we are God’s children, then we are also heirs – heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in His sufferings in order that we may also share in His glory.”

In the Roman world, people did not adopt babies and children like we do now – they adopted adults so that they could have someone carry on their family name and receive their inheritance. In other words, what Paul is saying here is that my mom was adopted by God the Father and received a new identity in Christ. She became a member of His family with all the rights and privileges of a natural born son. The laws regarding adoption in Rome also gave the person such a new identity that they had all of their former debts forgiven.  They literally were a new person with a new identity.

For those adopted by God, this means we, too, have a new identity  - we are His children and co-heirs with Christ.  We receive the same inheritance as Jesus and all of our sins are forgiven.  So, as someone who was accepted, approved, and adopted by God, Mom could be nothing less than AMAZED at His grace, His love, and His forgiveness.  This amazement also led to ADORATION.  She loved to worship Jesus.  She wasn’t perfect, she made many mistakes, but through Christ she finally knew she BELONGED, that she was LOVED, that she was FORGIVEN, that she was being made NEW.

A few years ago I was at a conference when a speaker asked us to spend 5 minutes in silence and contemplation.  During that time God gave me a vision of Jesus standing and holding my 80-year old mother.  Her back was to me, and He was looking at me, and the look in His eyes was FIERCE.  He was holding her tightly and his eyes said, “She is MINE.  I AM jealous for her. I always protect my own.”  I told Mom about this vision, and she cried and thanked me. It was  assurance for her that she was HIS OWN.  Her identity is this: She was God’s, His child. Now she is with Him for eternity, worshipping the Savior she so loved.  We are going to listen to a song that Mom loved. I used to watch her close her eyes and raise her hands over her head when she sang this song. She was AMAZED by God’s Love. He was her King, and she adored Him.

My hope and prayer is that we will learn from my mom’s life that WE ARE LOVED.  There is NO TEST TO PASS. We are FORGIVEN, ACCEPTED, and APPROVED by Him.  Through Christ, God adopts us and makes us His own.  May Mom’s life be a reminder to us that our identity is more that our interests, our actions, and our labels.  Our identity stays with us for eternity.  From before time God whispers to us, “I love you. You are My own. You are My Beloved.”

Heaven is not full of ‘perfect’  people.  It is full of prostitutes, drug addicts, alcoholics, tax collectors, and other imperfect people. But they all have one thing in common:  they believed and trusted in Christ’s sacrifice for them, and they exchanged their old identity for the Spirit of Adoption. They are His, and they share in His glory.  Mom is now with them, rejoicing forever.

In 1 Corinthians 13 we are given a depiction of God’s eternal love – of how HE loves US.  It is an exhortation by Paul to his people to be people of LOVE.  It is familiar to many: “Love is patient, love is kind, it is not rude, it does not boast. It always trusts, hopes, perseveres.  It never fails.”  Paul tells us that one day we will be perfect, but for now we see through a glass darkly. I used to tell Mom that my great hope of heaven was not mansions or streets of gold, or even the River of Life, but rather, my great hope of heaven is that there we will be perfect – we will have perfect love and perfect relationships. We will KNOW as we are known.  I look forward to the day I will be with Mom and other loved ones in heaven where we will love one another perfectly and forever.