Funeral Sermon 4 June 2001 John 14:1-6
Rev. Roger Haugen

Let not your hearts be troubled; believe in God, believe also in me. In my Fatherís house are many rooms; if it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And when I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. And you know the way where I am going. Thomas said to him, "Lord, we do not know where you are going; how can we know the way?" Jesus said to him, "I am the way, the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father but by me."

If you are like me you like things to start and stop quickly, and on command. If the engine of my van runs on after I shut off the ignition I take it to the garage because something is wrong. If we turn off the radio and the sound keeps coming there is something very strange. Yet if I ask my daughter to "stop crying", I donít expect immediate silence. When an airplane comes in for a landing, we know that it has to roll for a long way before it comes to a rest. The big jet engines need to wind down before they can come to a stop.

As many of you have watched Ken wind down these past months your anxiety has wound up. We wish he could have been healed instantly. We wished our fear of the unknown and dismay to stop, instantly at the snap of a finger. We knew the end was coming but didnít know when. In times like these we want to replace our emptiness and loss with peace, serenity, confidence and hope. All of a sudden it isnít Ken who needs healing, it is us. Kenís toil is over, we must go on.

The death of one whom we love is not easy, there is pain for all of us. The closer we stood to the loved one, the more pain we feel. Working beside him as family, playing with him as grandchildren, caring for him as a spouse - all give you a connection that was very close.

Now we have a few moments together for healing. We need to let the mighty engines within us, roaring with grief, wind down. We may have dreaded this moment and feared this pain. But it is really nothing more than dawn in the forest. Night sounds begin to fade, the cricket makes one last chirp and the owl one last hoot. Night itself begins to fade and as the light of the new day begins, new sounds begin to be heard. The woods come alive as the new day begins. Try now to imagine God gently shaking Kenís shoulder, "Wake up, its over. Donít worry about that body, we have a new one for you now."

It is good for us to be here in prayer; good to watch the night pass for Ken; good to quiet within us everything that wants to protest this moment. Just look and listen, and know that the nights sounds are over for Ken. We do not know what fears occupied his mind these past days and weeks because he was more concerned about those left behind than he was about himself. All those fears and questionings that are so much a part of life here on earth, the fears that terrify, the