Last year, I had several health challenges that reminded me, yet again, of how fragile and fleeting my life is. Having been born with a rare disease and living all of my life with severe disability, I have always know that my lifespan would be limited. But, how limited? What will be my last year? When will be my last day?
This is not something to obsess about, but, last year, I did realize that it’s okay to think about one’s death and to plan for it. This is actually a good and beautiful thing to do. I even wrote a blog post called Preparing to Die in Five Easy Steps. One of these steps was to plan my own funeral.
I gave a lot of thought to what readings I would like to have read at my Catholic Funeral Mass, but didn’t finalize my choices until nearly the end of the year, when I heard a reading from the book of Wisdom, which I wanted, instantly, as my funeral’s first reading. Everything else flowed from there.
And, now, I want to share my chosen passages of Scripture with you, dear reader.
As this is being posted, I am supposed to be busily working on my first book. I prescheduled this post and one for every week of February in order to free me from distractions while I write. The blog post for February 1 will feature the first reading for my funeral. February 8 will feature the Psalm of my choice, February 15 will contain my selected epistle (Second Reading) and February 22 will reveal my chosen Gospel passage. Taken together, these readings from Sacred Scripture tell a little of my personal story, my follies and my faith, my love and my hope, as well as give prompting and encouragement to all who will hear them to seek beauty and truth, finding God.
Seek and find the One who is Beauty, the One who is Truth. Find and be found by God, who intimately and infinitely loves each and every one of us – and in loving Him, be fulfilled as the wonderful, blessed human being that you are uniquely created to be.
© 2018 Christina Chase
Although crippled by disease, I am fully alive in love. I write about the profound wonder and terrible beauty of life while living with physical disability and severe dependency. Unafraid to ask life's big questions, I was briefly an atheist and considered other religions before finding, in God's choice to intimately share our humanity, what it truly means to be fully human. A revert to the Catholic Faith, I blog weekly and have written a book called It's Good to Be Here.