Y’all, it’s been a rough couple of weeks. The Buckner family
has experienced sorrow that’s unimaginable to most of us. They watched their son/brother who’s struggled with
addiction lose the battle on earth.
The extended family watched a mother plead for healing for her
child. We prayed for her as she let him go.
As a mother, no matter how old your child, part of you always sees and remembers
the baby he was, recalls the precious and tender moments of that babyhood.
I woke up this morning, the day of Blake Buckner’s funeral,
with dread in the pit of my stomach. I
knew today was going to be nearly impossibly hard for Jan and Barry, Bree, Ben
and Brandi. My prayer for peace and comfort
for them has been an almost-constant chant the past few days, and I know others have been doing the
same. I can say without a doubt, they felt all those prayers. Those prayers are part of the reason they
could stand up today and not fall down in despair.
Even though they grieved, the Buckner family’s faith in Jesus was
evident to everyone today. I’ve never
been so proud of kids (I know you’re not kids, but in my mind’s eye you’re the
toddlers in the photos flashing on the screen during the video.) Brandi,
Ben and Bree, you were amazing, so amazing, standing up to pay tribute to your
brother. You celebrated him in a way you
know he would have loved. You described
him using words like charismatic, funny, brilliant and with phrases like “lighting
up a room,” and “commanding attention.” You
painted a truly glowing picture of your brother.
Barry, as you read the words of the text Blake’s friend sent
you, the thing that caught my attention the most was that the boy who wrote
them had said to his mother as a kindergartner, “I made a friend!” Every person has felt unsure and nervous about
that at some point in life, maybe most especially at the beginning of school,
but that’s what Blake did. He made
friends. He made you laugh. He made an
impression.
But the thing he made that was most important was a profession
of faith. Just as we were reminded today, putting your faith in Jesus’ life,
death and resurrection secures your eternity with Him, but it doesn’t guarantee
your life will be easy. More than once
in the service, the word addiction was mentioned. But as Bree said, the enemy
didn’t win. Though they didn’t get the
miracle of Blake’s healing in this world, he did NOT lose the ultimate battle, for he is with
Jesus right now: no more suffering, no more struggle and no more fear.
I was filled with pride when I heard my brother’s eulogy
today. He is an anointed man of God and
I had every confidence in him, but I had been praying for him nearly non-stop
too, because I knew this particular funeral service would be so terribly difficult. He honored Blake by acknowledging his addiction but assuring us that his faith was absolutely real.
Chad said that sometimes a
star isn’t even burning anymore, but we still see its light. That light is still making its way to us. Even thought Blake isn’t here, he left a
bright light behind. I pray that light spurs us all forward in our Christian
walk: to be more loving; to give our time and money freely to help those in need; to serve with glad hearts.
Especially that. I’ll always
remember Blake as someone who did everything with a glad heart.
I will remember a fair-haired baby cousin who looked
like his grandfather, who delighted me with a sweet gap-toothed grin. I’ll remember
the kid in the picture who always made the crazy face. I’ll remember a smiling young uncle adoring his
nephews and niece. But most of all, I’ll remember that Blake was a Christian –
just like me: I'm an imperfect Christian who struggles daily with all kinds of
sorrows and fears; battles with the enemy; fights depression and anxiety with
God’s help and medication. We’re all broken in some way. We’re not promised an
easy life - in fact, the Bible says in John 16:33 “I have told you these things, so that in me
you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have
overcome the world." .
Some people may not win the battle here. But just like Blake, if you put
your trust in Jesus, your victory is assured.
Jan-Jan, Barry, Bree, Ben and Brandi, I love you all so
dearly. I’ll continue to pray for you. I’m overwhelmed and inspired by your
faith. May you feel the light of Blake’s
love in your hearts until you meet him again.