Forty Years of Funerals
Even though all humans have at least one thing in common (death), I don’t know of anyone who says they enjoy funerals—I know for sure that I don’t. At funerals we mourn the loss of friends, family, or acquaintances, but at the same time funerals often inspire reflection on our own lives, which is seldom pretty or pleasant. I recently read a Christian novel that made me really think about what it would have been like to live through the Exodus and wilderness experience I have often read about in the Bible. Because ten of the twelve spies brought back negative reports instead of trusting God, wasted years in the wilderness ensued during which the entire generation of warriors who refused to trust God died: And your children shall wander in the wilderness forty years, and bear your whoredoms until your carcasses be wasted in the wilderness. After the number of the days in which ye searched the land, even forty days, each day for a year, shall ye bear your iniquities,