…. they were unschooled, ordinary men …. they had been with Jesus …. the crippled man healed standing with them – Acts 4:13,14

2 funerals, … 2 reflections

Over the last couple of weeks, …  two friends shared about the passing away of  their friends  …

On a catch-up phone call with a dear friend …

“Did you know … G just died ?
…. suicide … last week,
… funeral Wednesday …”

On a few occasions my friend had mentioned G, who used to  worship at his church.
Without going into details, G’s challenges were marital (complex).

Then, my friend went on to share, …

“When we shared about G’s unexpected death
…  with 10 of our mutual friends,
….  everyone paused for a while,

Could I … have done more for G?'”


Some weeks later, had a catchup coffee with another dear friend.

“We just went to uncle L’s funeral”.

“When uncle L passed away …. over facebook …. wall posts poured in from all over … including former university students who used to attend our church, and have since returned to their home countries.”

“At the funeral, his former sunday school students  …. some of them in their 30s,  40s were all there .. some living elsewhere also made the trip.
In the church, everyone was teary eyed”

… uncle L always had humorous one-liners that brightened anyone’s days … he always somehow saw the brighter side of life … even when he was in hospital.
… You can’t feel sad when uncle L is around””

“Although, he was in much pain … he always asked us to help his dear wife.”

“We all  fondly remembered  uncle L … including the local folks at his hometown, whom we met at the funeral.”

Listening to her warmly share uncle L’s eulogy over coffee
…. I could not help feeling …
uncle L was deeply …  and fondly loved

His life touched others with memorable moments,
and brought smiles



… reminded of a poem,

Around The Corner

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.

And I never see my old friend’s face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.

And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

“Tomorrow” I say! “I will call on Jim
Just to show that I’m thinking of him”,
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner, yet miles away,
“Here’s a telegram sir,” “Jim died today.”
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

–  Charles Hanson Towne (1877-1949)


Friendship | Serving Quietly

by 林弟兄, bro Lim
October 30 2014

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