Perry Funerals

For the Care of Souls
1. Auflage 2021
ISBN: 978-1-68359-474-1
Verlag: Lexham Press
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 288 Seiten

Reihe: Lexham Ministry Guides

Death will strike your congregation. Are you ready? Are they? Death has become a four-letter word. Whereas in previous generations, the practice of memento mori ('remember death') was embedded in family life, people today have found ways to distance themselves from death. As Western culture becomes increasingly more secular, the Christian understanding of death and the funeral appear more and more strange. Fear of death affects us all, and so pastors have significant hurdles to overcome. What Christians need today is a renewed vision of the traditional Christian funeral liturgy. In Funerals, Tim Perry recovers the rich theology inherent to the Christian funeral: communion with the saints in death, peace in forgiveness, hope in the resurrection, and joy in life eternal. Perry guides pastors through the practice of funerals, from planning the service to preaching the eulogy, and offers wisdom for the hard cases. Perry's Funerals will help pastors disciple their people to see through the valley of the shadow of death and into the hope beyond.

Tim Perry (PhD, Durham University) is adjunct professor of theology at Saint Paul University (Ottawa, Ontario) and Trinity School for Ministry (Ambridge, Pennsylvania). He is author of Mary for Evangelicals: Toward an Understanding of the Mother of Our Lord and editor of The Theology of Benedict XVI: A Protestant Appreciation. Harold L. Senkbeil is executive director emeritus of DOXOLOGY: The Lutheran Center for Spiritual Care. His pastoral experience of nearly five decades includes parish ministry, the seminary classroom, and parachurch leadership. He is author of numerous books, including award-winning The Care of Souls,Christ and Calamity, and Dying to Live.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Perry, Tim

Leseproben

CHAPTER 1 Two Worlds A good funeral gets the dead where they need to go and the living where they need to be. —Thomas Lynch There was a time within living memory for some of us when a little book like this simply wasn’t needed. I can just barely remember it. Growing up in small-town Canada in the late twentieth century, I recognized two centers of community life: the hockey arena and my local church. The latter welcomed newcomers when they were born (and when they were born again), helped launch them into adulthood, recognized their willingness to raise the next generation in marriage, and commended them to God when they died. This was what my church did. This was what all churches did. In this world, a primer like this one on eschatology and the Christian funeral would have stood out as odd because everybody already knew what had to be done without having to be told. Everyone in my small town was connected to a church; the local community churches at a sociological level performed the same tasks despite differences in theology; the local culture supported and encouraged such connections and responsibilities. However, early on, I intuited this world was being supplanted. I can well remember my uncle giving an earnest testimony at a Sunday morning service, expressing worry for the future of our town when the local Agricultural Society decided to keep the Fall Fair open over Sunday. I couldn’t articulate it at the time, but I now see that my uncle’s concern pointed to a fracture between the local church and the local culture. A harmonious relationship could no longer be taken for granted. People would still be born, launch into adulthood and independence, marry, and die, but the relationship in which local churches were expected to perform the rites that assigned meaning to these events could no longer be assumed and would no longer be the same. From here on, culture and church would, from time to time, compete—and culture invariably would win. This story is hardly new. It is the story of Western culture, narrated and re-narrated as the transition from a recognizably Christian culture (Christendom, for short) to modernity, postmodernity, and secularity. Two books tell this story powerfully. Charles Taylor’s A Secular Age narrates a transition from two selves. The first, a “porous self,” is one whose boundaries are permeable by both nature and supernature, a self who is open to the transcendent (or God) and believes in the possibility of miracles. The second, a “buffered self,” is one who is open only to the material world, who may well continue to nod to God but no longer looks for divine intervention, and who counts miracle stories as fairy tales. In the former, the church is a necessary cultural actor, helping to shore up society’s frame and function. In the latter, church is at best an alternative form of charity that other agencies manage more effectively, but more likely church is an eccentric hobby for older people. John Milbank’s Theology and Social Theory argues more stridently that this new world is constructed not simply as a transition away from “Christendom” but the erection of “anti-Christendom,” a culture grounded on a deliberate rejection of the Christian, largely Catholic, consensus that gave birth to it in the first place. While Milbank’s and Taylor’s accounts overlap, they do not agree at all points. Nevertheless, their general point is clear: while small-town Canada may be slow in catching up, the West is living in a new world where the old cultural consensus about religious values and Christian faith is gone. In this new world, babies are born, adolescents assume adult responsibilities, young people partner and have children, and the old die. But there is no longer a shared sense of meaning assigned to these events by a common institution. The rites of passage are no longer uniform. Baptisms, confirmations, marriages, and funerals continue to happen—though at a frequency that discourages all but the most courageous clergy—but they have competition. And I’m not speaking of the competition that comes from having a mosque down the street and a Hindu temple two blocks over. Rather, it’s what arises once sufficient numbers of people believe that these meaning-assigning tasks, the rites of passage, are malleable products formed by consumer desire and available for purchase. In the old world, people were assigned identity by any number of factors—gender, race, faith, place, family trade, etc. Through the rites of passage, people became part of a story that began long before them and would continue after; they received what they were given and, hopefully, lived long enough to pass that along to the next generation. Changes happened undoubtedly, but at a much slower, if not to say glacial, pace. I’m not about to justify the abuses inherent in this arrangement, by the way. We are better off not defining people so rigidly as we once did. We are better off having, for instance, consigned race-based slavery to the dustbin. In the new world, identity is constructed. We can choose not only our trade and place with an ease unheard of a century ago—think about the hassle of Thanksgiving travel to get back “home”—but also our faith. We can pick bits and pieces here and there to assemble our own religion: cafeteria spirituality is well known and thriving. We can even, according to some anyway, choose our gender and our race. One might be forgiven for concluding that it sometimes seems that the only evil left is anything that might inhibit self-actualization. The new world is the world of the self-as-autonomous-consumer, the self that is no self until it makes itself through conspicuous consumption. This vision is not without its own anxiety-producing and abusive consequences. Perhaps weddings are the most obvious place to look at just how far-reaching the intertwining of “rite-as-consumer-product” and “self-as-consumer” has become, but any clergy or funeral director will be able to signal how it is exerting an impact on their work too. I can remember when funeral homes in my home county self-segregated by denomination: Protestants took their dead to one funeral home, Catholics to another. There were no other options. Our small town remains—in ways both delightful and frustrating—achingly slow to catch up to modernity. But like most funeral homes over the last half century, ours has moved from Protestant to nondenominational to multifaith. We are not yet to the stage where the chapel is renamed a “celebration center,” clergy are replaced by religiously uncommitted “celebrants,” and the language of the funeral is completely eclipsed by the language of “celebrations of life,” and for that I am thankful. But that day has come for many, especially in urban centers, and over time it will come here too. This turn—astonishing in its rapidity—represents a fracturing of a close working relationship that was, in the old world, taken completely for granted: that of the clergy and the funeral director. Funeral homes have had to make changes because of the transformation wrought by the ubiquity of consumerism. As a result, clergy can no longer presume to have any special relationship with their local director. Every decision is now dictated by those making the arrangements. There may be a church funeral; there may be a chapel service; there may be a celebration of life at a local pub; there may be nothing at all. It is the funeral director’s task to coordinate the particulars in each instance so that whatever happens is to the customer’s satisfaction. Religion is now simply one among many options. And it is this turn of events that makes a book like this necessary. It doesn’t take a crystal ball or even keen observation to conclude that changes in culture impinge on how churches administer rites of passage to people. Specifically, clergy and other Christian leaders can no longer count on the culture to teach our people how to die. We cannot rely on a special relationship with our local funeral director as we prepare a family for death or arrange a funeral. This is no fault of theirs; clergy and churches are merely one consumer option in the designer-funeral, among many. And that means, when we walk with a spouse, a child, or a family through the valley of the shadow of death, we are going to need to recover and teach them an old language and reinvigorate a set of practices to help them make sense of what they are going through. What I’ve just described became an existential reality for me in the middle of a funeral liturgy at an Anglican parish in Sudbury, Ontario, Canada. I was both newly ordained and new to the parish. My Archdeacon, Anne, had connected me to the local funeral director, Gerry, and he, in turn, took me under his wing—a kindness for which I will always be grateful. “You’re wet behind the ears,” he said at our first breakfast meeting, “so I’m going to throw lots of funerals your way. The Archdeacon says you need the practice.” True to his word, he did. In my first year of ministry in Sudbury, I had a funeral weekly. In the 2010s Sudbury was still a city living on the memory of its Christian past. Immigration had brought people of other faiths to be sure. But most residents were either churched or dechurched, with nary a “none” in sight, which meant that a Christian funeral was still a high-demand product. So I met with bereaved relatives, planned funerals (which ranged from the elaborate in church liturgy to the simple chapel remembrance service), and offered what little counsel I could to families in the...