Today we said “good-bye” to another Yoder Boy. There were eight of them, by the time the last one came in 1932. The funeral had the flavor of the other one. My Daddy’s. There were alot of the same people. It was at the same place. We ate almost exactly the same things. The Cousins’ Choir sang.
The nieces and nephews have become better friends in the last decade. We’ve gotten older. Family ties mean more. But also, thanks to the internet and a strange family group named “Yodelings” (I don’t know how we came up with that — I wanted “Yoderlings.”) we KNOW each other. And for the Yoder funerals, it has become a tradition that the cousins who can make it, sing together in a “Cousins’ Choir.” We sing our Grandpa Dave’s favorite song, “If On A Quiet Sea” and also a song that is picked by the family of our loved one that we are laying to rest.
The service today was full of song. Meaningful Song interspersed between meaningful words. “Praise to God, Immortal Praise” and “There’s a City of light” sung by the congregation. Then, “Hand and Hand With Jesus” and “The Lord is Coming, Are You Ready” by the male quartet of which Beloved Son in Law is a member. (I like all four fellows in that quartet, but I really do like our son in law the best!) Then our Cousins’ Choir sang, “The Hem of His Garment” and “If On A Quiet Sea.” The congregation had another song, “Lift Your Glad Voices” and then, in a different twist, there was a “canned’ song at Aunt Dottie’s request. “Leave Me a Message” by Kirk Talley.
It was an altogether fitting and proper meeting. From the graveside service (held before the memorial service) ’till the very last of the food was erased from the premises. It was a most rewarding and special day, and I am quite grateful for the opportunity to be there and to be a part.
The Greenwood Community did what it does best today. Incredible working together; good friends, good help, good food, good support, good, good people. I really don’t think there is another community that is quite like this one when it comes to the different churches working together.
I was specifially thinking about all the hands involved in making things go so smoothly today. Hands that set up for the funeral, then the ones that took down chairs and set up tables and covered them and set the chairs back in the space of less than a half hour, and then cleaned everything up afterwards. There were hands that were small, big, rough from working in chicken houses, chapped from dishwather, wrinkled with age, smooth, young and strong. Everyone did what they could. We had dads and grandpas and sons and brothers and moms and grandmas and daughters and sisters all working together to make the work light. When I looked at the clock tonight and realized that it was barely six o’clock and everything was pretty much finished up, I was so proud of the Body of Christ and the tangible way they spoke love today.
And Yes, Eldest Son is HOME. I hope that I can post some photos later. After some time to recuperate a bit!
AND GOD’S BEST TO EACH OF YOU~