The Reader

     It seems I’m attending a lot more funerals as of late and I find it especially sobering when the deceased is an entire generation younger than I.  But I take comfort in the words from the Book of Wisdom as the reader reads them with such feeling and clarity. 

     My favorite reader, dressed in an elegantly tailored black suit, is a pleasure to listen to…not to mention look at.  I hang on every word as if they came from God's own lips.  Well, I guess the words do come from God…but she really makes it sound as if I am actually listening to the soft, sweet, confident and reassuring voice of God himself.  Yep! She is my favorite reader!  I want her to read at my funeral, but I suppose she will probably be sitting with the family of the deceased.  She will make a good-looking widow in that black suit.

     Thank you, Lord Jesus, for Your comforting word that I heard…and a wife who delights the ear with her soft spoken voice.

Amen.