Only Truth Remains!

A pastor recalls the experience of delivering the funeral sermon at his father’s service. He reviewed his father’s life in quiet honesty. “As I did that,” he said, “I came to know him as never before …

I became more acutely conscious of his tragic boyhood and the permanent scars that it had left on him. I became aware of his secret sense of failure. I also remembered the moments of triumph and joy in his life. I saw all of this clearly, for the first time, because now the record was all in. My father’s life on earth was finished. I looked out at my family. There was my mother, surrounded by her children and her children’s children. What was going on in the depths of this woman who had mixed her destiny with this now dead man for the better part of a century? What of my sister who knew so well the severity of her father? What of the son who…