Funerals
“Love isn’t how you feel, it’s what you do.” Madeline L’Engle, Wind in the Door (1974).
As chaplain to the community and for the people of Wake Forest, Ed Christman was always present in times of grief and mourning. He was likely involved, in some way, with the majority of funerals within the Wake Forest community — faculty, staff, and on rare occasions, students. Ed would work with the family members to organize a service, gather musicians, write the program, and contribute scripture, prayer, and/or eulogy. Over the years, he has led or participated in funerals for many of his own colleagues and friends.
Ed says that funerals are easier to lead than weddings. A funeral congregation has no need for perfection; they only hope for meaning and blessing amid the pangs of grief. Those at a funeral are forgiving of errors, be they mispronounced words or breaks in the flow of the program. It is already clear that life itself is imperfect and confusing; the service is allowed to be authentic.
Family members often wrote poignant letters of gratitude thanking Ed for his kindness and and ability to guide them through grief with a meaningful service for their loved one. This was especially true in the rare occasions that a student passed away. After the service, Ed was there to help family and friends with what to do next. This might be how to deal with the details that death brings or simply how to keep going after a loss.
Only a few written notes for eulogies were saved for history, but there are a few that illustrate the craft and care of this part of his ministry. Ed delivered the eulogy for Jesse Dotson of Fairview, North Carolina, the father of Ed’s dear son-in-law Stan Dotson, on September 10, 2000. His notes show six versions building to this final message:
“Jesse had large hands open to other hands, welcoming to life lived in the reality of the cross and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Jesse had a large heart open to hearts beating rhythms of joy for he knew who he was and where he was going–a sojourner in the wilderness bound for the Promised Land.
“As part of this journey, Jesse preached his own funeral, embracing sorrow and death, conflict and harmony, with laughter, joy, and steadfast assurance that to live in God’s grace is to share the Lord’s bounty. Jesse did not have a green thumb; he had green hands, working God-given soil and reaping a pantry full…
“And the gospel speaks of death in a life-giving way. Jesse’s final illness was a testimony. One of his nurses, seeing how he confronted pain and death’s reality declared her life has been changed forever. Indeed, Jesse preached his own funeral as long as God breathed life into him.
“In these last days, Kim and Stan played [music] in his room; ‘that’s mighty beautiful, mighty beautiful’ — the music of the heart can strengthen us one and all. Indeed, we can say with Jesse, whether speaking of his life or our own, it will be all right because we are knit together by what God has provided, whether in joy or sorrow, family, church and labor to help us build [that] not made with hands.
“Jesus has promised peace, a banquet table for the family of the Lord, a table where all hearts open … where light on the lampstand for all to see, see the overflowing life, Jesse’s life continuing to bless us one and all, a place where there is no time, toil, or travail, all things new. Jesse welcomes what the Lord has prepared and with open hands and open heart will make his contribution to the glory of God. It will be all right. All of us are in the hands of God. Amen.”
Ed’s constancy brings to mind a commentary called “Always Go to the Funeral” written by Deirdre Sullivan in 2005, which aired in the National Public Radio series This I Believe, about why funerals matter.
“I believe in always going to the funeral. My father taught me that. … In going to funerals, I’ve come to believe that while I wait to make a grand heroic gesture, I should just stick to the small inconveniences that let me share in life’s inevitable, occasional calamity. …
“On a cold April night three years ago, my father died a quiet death from cancer. His funeral was on a Wednesday, middle of the workweek. I had been numb for days when, for some reason, during the funeral, I turned and looked back at the folks in the church. The memory of it still takes my breath away. The most human, powerful and humbling thing I’ve ever seen was a church at 3:00 on a Wednesday full of inconvenienced people who believe in going to the funeral.”
Ed also created campus-wide services of worship and prayer for the community to gather in times of a larger grief. For example, he directed an annual Service of Remembrance to honor the memory of for Wake Forest faculty, staff, alumni or students who had passed away in the previous year. This service was held on Homecoming Weekend each fall.
He also led the campus-wide service on the evening of September 11, 2001. One year later, he organized a Remembering and Hoping Service on September 11, 2002. Professors Ed Wilson and David Levy, Jill Crainshaw of the Divinity School, Associate Dean Sam Gladding, University Police Detective James Rae, and students Badriyyah Al-Islam and Candace Mathis were on the program.
Remembering and hoping, humbling and powerful: these phrases describe Ed’s way of creating a memorial for those who have passed away and honoring those who remain. Even here, there is hope. As Isaiah 62:2 reads, “… and you will be called by a new name.”
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