A few nights ago, I watched a moving documentary on PBS about JFK's assassination and the reporters who covered the story (and the difficulty in trying to get their stories straight without smartphones). I watched Walter Cronkite announce to the nation that their President was dead. I watched the footage of parts of the funeral and Mrs. Kennedy with her children - carrying all of that grief and being swamped with the trauma of being in the car when her husband was shot.
That got me thinking about Jackie O's funeral. I remembered watching her burial years ago, although I did not realize how long ago that was until I googled it and found it on youtube. The navy choir sang "Eternal Father, Strong to Save."
Continuing in my googled stream of consciousness, I watched part of Reagan's funeral - the second part - where he was laid to rest at sunset. Watched Mrs. Reagan not want to leave the casket. Watched their children try to comfort her.
All very different personalities. Very different people. Very big family names. I grew up respecting one of those names and the other not so much. Apparently, a lot of people grew up that way, and their feelings showed up in the youtube section for comments. Some made glowing comments. Some made markedly ugly comments.
But, after watching a little of the coverage of these three different funerals, I was struck by the fact that the same God was called upon for comfort and strength. The same promises of eternal life were spoken. The same efforts to remember the good in the person were made. The same empty looks of grief were on the family's faces.
The world often feels so divided with our leaders at each throats - and sometimes us, too. But, that is pure arrogance on our part. God's light shines on us all. God's promises are on us all. God loves us all...the same...the important ones and the nobodies. In the end, that's what matters. We are God's beloved. In the end, that is it...and that is enough.