Summary: Graveside service for a believer or non-believing person.
We are here today to remember the life of Brett Legna. Let’s begin with a brief prayer. If you know it please say it along with me:
Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.
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When I met with some of his siblings a couple days ago they shared some things about Brett. As we talked a tear or two was shed, but mostly there was a lot of laughter as first one, then another shared memories of Brett’s life.
They told me he was the baby of the family. Brett was a lifelong Steelers and Buckeyes fan. They told me he had a very serious thing about the barbecue sauce from a particular shop in Columbus.
They said that of all the kids he was the only one who ever mastered a musical instrument. They said he was generous, even to the point of often sharing his home with someone with no place else to go.
They told me so many things. But those little snippets cannot come close to capturing all that his life meant. In so short of a time I cannot do justice to that life. You knew Brett. Alas, I did not. Rather than me telling you about him, I’m going to pause for just a few moments to let you remember again your favorite memory of Brett. [pause]
Suppose I was to ask, what time is it? You would look at your watch and say it’s a little after one. Let me ask again. What time is it?
The Bible tells about a king who lived about 3000 years ago. His name was Solomon and he is supposed to have been one of the wisest men who ever lived.
During a sad season of his life he wrote these words:
For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
It says there is a time to be born and a time to die. Two dates on a tombstone with just a dash between them. How appropriate.
You’ve probably noticed that people today live life at a frantic pace. Why are we in such a hurry? There are lots of reasons, but much of our scurrying is about chasing after the one thing that eludes most people. People everywhere want fulfillment. I’ll let you in on a secret. There is one—and only one—way to find genuine fulfillment and that is to fulfill the reason for which we exist. Do you know why you exist?