On May 30th, Rachel Marie, the 16 year old daughter of a coworker of mine, was killed in a car wreck. She would have been 17 on June 23d. I did not know the girl; I barely know her father, but out of respect for a coworker and enpathy for his loss I attended her funeral today.
To their credit, those who prepared for the service had done quite a fine job. A program handed out to the attendees had a picture of her on the front and a poem she had written quoted on the inside. As we seated ourselves and waited for the service to begin, there was a slideshow of pictures of her from infancy up to the day before her death. The recorded music (Churches of Christ don't allow live instruments--a cult-specific quirk similar to Baptists' condemnation of dancing) was tastefully chosen contemporary Christian music focusing lightly, not fanatically or unrealistically, on hope in the face of sorrow and loss. The church was packed; there must have been over 300 people there. Lots of schoolkids, but lots of grownups, too. It must be nice to have such a support group.
The comforting mood set by the slideshow and music were destroyed as soon as the service began. Some old guy opened with a prayer that went on and on about all the reasons we have to thank God for all his gifts. Does it occur to anyone that this may not have been what the grieving family was thinking right then? The very long prayer of thanks and gratitude mentioned a couple of times in passing "the life of this young girl" without mentioning her name.
Next, the youth minister got up and verbally fumbled around a bit... it was obvious that he had prepared some notes and now that he was there in front of the congregation and the family, he was having last-minute realizations about the logic of some of his statements.
Mercifully, he didn't go on very long. He called the girl's younger brother up. This young man, 15 years old, did a tremendous job of eulogizing his sister. He brought her to life for us; he told about life with her, describing her personality and moving us all to apperciative laughter many times. Afterward, one of her best friends came up and told more stories of experiences with her, and then sang a song the two of them had used to sing as a duet with Rachel playing guitar.
Then another preacher got up, and the service went to hell again. More prayers of thanks, more fumbling and mumbling all around the reality, and some digusting outright idiocy.
Bruce, a friend and fellow employee who rode to the funeral with me, and I slipped quietly out when it came time to view the body.
CLASSIC DENIAL IN FULL EFFECT:
"Friends, let's all sing together this wonderfully inspiring song...and sing JOYOUSLY"
"Rachel lived a full life. God had a purpose for Rachel, and she fully accomplished that purpose."
"What Rachel wanted more than anything else was to be with her lord. And she has achieved that desire. What Rachel wants now is for her loved ones to join her in Heaven to be with the lord."
"This is not a sad service; this is a joyous celebration of a full life."
I was so angry when Bruce and I came out, that I said to him, "Look, I was raised a Baptist, and I know how you believe and all, and that's okay if it works for you, but I was almost choking on all the denial in that place. The girl was 16 years old. She was ripped violently and prematurely out of this world. She did not "accomplish her purpose here". She did not "live a full life". And this is NOT a "joyful celebration of a life."
Poor Bruce didn't say anything for a good five minutes.