Colleagues on The Journey—
Any
more I’m uncertain to whom to send out my Earthrise commitment. Perhaps, by
sending this to the Order and Earthrise, it will find its way to the
appropriate venue.
On
New Year Eve 2013, I got a tattoo on my left butt!
Since
I've donated my body to
This April begins my 80th year, and I’m planning my
Memorial Service for July at a local hall in
On Sunday afternoon, we'll have another
party for the tea-totalers along the same line but the choir will sing, etc.
Perhaps, I can convince Pastor Barry to dedicate the Sunday Service to
interpreting the Funeral Service.
The
thinking in back of this was first planted in my mind while in the Order. We
read a book by Carlos Castaneda (“The Teachings of Don Juan”) where he wrote
that, "Death never lies to us. When we ask Death, ‘Am I dead yet?’ and
Death says, ‘No!’ then we are not dead.” On the other hand, when we ask, “Am I
dead yet?’ and Death says, ‘Yes,’ you can absolutely believe we are dead.”
(Loosely quoted)
With
this mind, I made the decision to make death my friend. Which, by-the-way, is
good theology as Jesus taught us on the cross to die early to living
independently from God** in order to live
the surrendered life. Consequently, it makes sense of the resurrection;
I'm already a dead man walking. Actual death is just another stage that My Friend
will see me through, whenever that will be.
The
second source of this thinking is a book by Mitch Albom, “Tuesday’s With
Morey.” Interestingly, this was the longest running Number 1 book on the NY
Book list. Morey is the professor of Albom who makes the commitment to visit
Morey every Tuesday since he is slowly dieing. Morey decides to hold his own
Memorial Service so that he can enjoy it. Today, this is an idea that many are
making.
Since
I am being cremated by KU after they are through with me—laughing all the way,
of course--I’ll be sent back to
Please
do not morn for me as you were there when,
“I danced in the morning. . . .
I danced on the Sabbath. . . .
I
dance with the Devil on the back. . . .
They
cut me down and I lept up high. . . .
Dance
then. . . . Dance then. . . .*
(In gratitude to Zorba!)
*UMC
Hymnal # 261
PS: The two tattoo artists laughed all the way
though the 2-hour procedure. The other artist suggested that the KU med student
skin out my tattoo, tan it and hang it on the wall. So much for tattoo parlor
humor.
Bill
**Salmonology defines God experientially as
At-One-Ment or/and The Guarantor.