An interesting aspect of Outer Hebridean life, observed on a recent holiday, is the practice of burying the dead right on the coast next to the sea.
Here at Dail Mor on the Isle of Harris we are on the edge of the world and there is nothing between here and the other side of the Atlantic. Here on the edge of the infinite ocean we find the end of human life – or is the beginning?
At the end of the life we know, we move into the life that God promises will be eternal.
Here the cemetery is miles from any human habitation. Perhaps we need to learn to live closer to the eternal in every moment and not just at the end.
Glenys, my Mother-in-Law, meets up with my Grandaughter, Daisy.
88 years against a few weeks of age. Glenys has lost her sight and her memory while Daisy is only beginning to make sense of the world she sees and is building up her memory. I imagine that most of us who are older have no recollection of our lives at ten weeks old. In this perhaps Glenys and Daisy are the similar!
I reflect that whether memory has gone or has not been developed yet – at the beginning or at the end of life – God is present and real. He does not depend on our awareness, knowledge or memory, yet we are held in his memory, his presence for eternity.