The Lord Is My Shepherd: A Funeral Sermon
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The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever” (Psalm 23).
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever” (Psalm 23).
Dear
beloved of Arnie, honored friends, and guests: Grace to you and peace from God
our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ!
“The Lord
is my shepherd; I shall not want,” writes the psalmist, and even in his last
days Arnie confessed this to be true. But to the human eye, it surely looked as
if Arnie did want at times in his life. I have to think that growing up in a family
of fifteen children during the Depression, Arnie had times of want. I suspect that
there must have been a time or two of want when as a young, recently married
man Arnie served our country in war overseas—if even just the want of a new
pair of boots and healing for feet fallen apart in the heat and humidity. I
would think that in raising a family on the farm there were dry years and times
of low prices when Arnie experienced want. And I’m sure that there have been a
few times since Arnie and the other charter members established Our Saviour’s
Lutheran Church that they and this congregation have faced want.
Then
there’s this last few months, especially the last few weeks, when Arnie stood
in want of relief from his relentless pain. A man recently so vibrant and
active, filled with grit and determination, Arnie stood in want of strength.
And as he faced the stark reality of his own impending death, Arnie stood in
want of life.
The Lord
is my shepherd; shall I want? Shall I need something the Lord will not give?
What did He give to the husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather,
brother, friend, congregational and community leader whom we will lay to rest today?
Throughout
all of this—and much, much more—the Lord provided Arnie with everything needed
to support his body and soul. He formed him in his mother’s womb, brought him forth alive, and
placed him within a family. For over nine decades the Lord put food and drink
on his table and clothing on his back. He gave him Esther as his wife for more
than 73 years, blessed their union with five children, five grandchildren, and
seven great-grandchildren. The Lord gave them a home, a farm on which to make a
living and raise a family. The Lord was his shepherd. Arnie did not want. The
Lord brought him home safely from the war, though thousands of other young men,
including close friends, never made it back. He brought him through thick and
thin, times of laughter and times of tears, times of health and sickness. The
Lord was even so gracious, He gave Arnie the opportunity to work the ground and
bring in the harvest even in his ninety-fifth years, well past the age most
farmers make their last round. And He gave Arnie and Esther the opportunity to
enjoy many years of traveling and volunteer work.
More
importantly, the Lord was the kind of shepherd for Arnie that other shepherds
would think a fool. For what shepherd thinks that the life of the sheep is more
important than his own? What kind of shepherd, to save his flock, would gladly
and willingly throw his body between the lambs and the wolves and say to the
predators, “Go ahead! Sink your fangs into my flesh instead of those dear
sheep; spill my blood instead of theirs”? What kind of shepherd loves the sheep
with a love so true that He would sacrifice everything for them? None, of
course, but one. None but our Lord Jesus Christ, that great shepherd of the
sheep, who laid down His life for dear lambs, lambs like Arnie, lambs like you.
That He might
let you and Arnie lie down in green pastures, the Good Shepherd’s crucified
corpse was laid within a tomb. That He might lead you beside still waters, He
thirsted upon the cross, drank only the bitter cup of His Father’s wrath
against sin. That He might restore your soul and bring Arnie and all sinners
back from the wilderness of sin and death, our shepherd Jesus cried out, “It is
finished,” and gave up His soul. That He might lead all of you in paths of
righteousness that lead to Paradise, Jesus walked the lonely road of suffering
that led to the hill of Golgotha, where our unrighteousness was hammered into
Him. That Arnie and all of you might walk through the valley of the shadow of
death, fearing no evil, Jesus walked it first. He let death and darkness have
their way with Him, that you might fear them not. The rods of the Romans beat
Him, that His rod and staff might comfort you.
This is
the kind of shepherd Arnie had and still has—the Good Shepherd. He is the kind
of shepherd who loved you and gave Himself up for you, that you might be His.
He is not dead, but lives! And His way with death was to strip it of its
powers, defang that wolf of mortality, so that death’s bark is always worse
than its bite. Death has left his fangs in the flesh of your shepherd; the wolf
of death cannot harm you now; and it did not harm your loved one whom we lay to
rest today.
The Lord
is my shepherd, Arnie’s shepherd, your shepherd. He is like none other. These
last few weeks, as Arnie’s physical life slowly ebbed away, Christ stood beside
him. In the presence of the enemies of death and sin, Jesus prepared a table
before His beloved lamb. He fed Arnie with His body and gave him to drink of
His blood. He anointed his head with the oil of forgiveness by the power of the
Spirit. He spoke of His love and grace through His called and ordained servant.
He reminded Arnie of the still waters of his Baptism that made him God’s own
child over 95 years ago, and sustained him daily up to the time of his last
breath. Arnie’s cup ran over, filled to the brim and more with the love and
life of his shepherd.
Jesus
died and yet He lives. All those who live and believe in Jesus, even though
they die, yet shall they live, for Jesus is the resurrection and the life.
Through Him there is no want. Through Him and in Him there is comfort for you.
Here is the comfort: today Arnie lives. He is with his shepherd in the paradise
of heaven, and there he awaits the Last Day with all the saints. And when that
day comes, the body that we lay to rest this day will rise from the dust a
perfect body. His restored body, wondrous beyond imagination, will be given
back to Arnie. And so it will be for all those who are in the flock of Jesus.
For now,
you mourn, but not as those who have no hope. The end of Arnie’s earthly life
was but the beginning of his life in heaven. There, he is with Jesus, his
shepherd, the saints, and the angels. Arnie will dwell in the house of the Lord
forever, for the Lord has prepared a place for him, as He has for you.
“Now may the God of peace who brought again
from the dead our Lord Jesus, the great shepherd of the sheep, by the blood of
the eternal covenant, equip you with everything good that you may do His will,
working in us that which is pleasing in His sight, through Jesus Christ, to
whom be glory forever and ever. Amen” (Hebrews 13:20–21).
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