Funeral No. 1 – Lewis

A wonderful funeral. Can I say that? Does it sound sacreligious? Dangit, i will say it anyway. An amazing thing happened during my brother’s funeral yesterday and it brought healing and laughter into our lives. We disrupted the funeral service, not intentionally . . mind you. But the elderly Roman Catholic Priest had to stop his sermon less than a minute into it and find out why our entire row had started laughing. This is what happened.

It all started a few days ago when we were sharing our dreams about our brother Lewis, who just passed away from an overdose. I also had a dream that I told my mother and sisters. More than a dream . . . you know the kind. Well, in my dream, Lewis was accompanying us as we walked around a room full of gardening seed beds. He stopped at each one and tested the soil. The very last one had been seeded with potatoes, and he put his hand into the soil to test it, and brought up a string of potatoes. Some of the potatoes where dead, and he ripped off the dead ones and threw them away, and then replanted the live potatoes. Then the dream ended.
Well, the service started with the Priest opening his Bible at Ecclesiastes. And this is exactly what he said:
“There is a time to be born, and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to uproot.
You know, you plant the potatoes, and then you pull up the potatoes . . .”

Thats the point where my mother got uber-happy and started talking, and my sisters all looked at me and giggled, and I said “Hey . . thats my dream!” And since we had somehow managed to disrupt the service, the priest was curious about what we were discussing and so we had to explain the dream to him. He was cool . . . and quite happy about it.
“So thats why you were looking aghast”, he said.
At that point, it seemed like the whole chapel started filling with light, I felt a massive surge of inner joy and my family also experienced it. That was the turning point for the whole day. We were laughing and smiling from that point on, even though it didnt make sense. It was as if God was saying that He knew all that was going on, and somehow His timing was right and good. And maybe the priest was correct – that God had actually “CALLED” Lewis home.
[Some of you were praying for this . . . well there it was – thanks]

Why a Roman Catholic priest? Lewis’s ex-girlfriend, Lisa, who had gone on record as Lewis’s Next-of-Kin, organized the funeral, and she thought that since we were religious, we were probably Catholic. This fact was proven false, when the priest was crossing himself and no one else in the room knew what to do with their hands, or where to touch, and couldn’t keep up with him anyway. But not to worry – he was a wonderful old priest who managed to hear from God exactly what he needed to say and which Bible verse to read out. Lisa also picked out Lewis’s favourite song and played it towards the end – Eric Clapton’s version of “Knock knock knocking on heaven’s door”

Another very interesting thing that Lisa organized. It was open-casket, and my brother was laid in his coffin with a gospel tract in each hand. The kind of KingJamesy-retro30’s-AlfredHitchcock-scarywriting kind of tracts, one of which said in big black bolded letters, “Do you know if you will go to heaven or hell?”
Apparently, when they found his body in the toilet of a Sydney railroad station, he only had two things in his possession: A bag of syringes and some gospel tracts. She thought it appropriate to let Lewis go out with it in his hand. I’m glad she did.

When the funeral ended, we gathered around an esky/ice-chest full of coke and enjoyed the mingling of families. The focus was Lewis and Lisa’s son, my nephew, who is named Alex Wayne John Jones Evans and has Lewis’s mouth and looks. He is 6 months old and will never know his dad, but i am sure he will be part of a much larger family. Lewis is our loss, but he has left us a gift, someone to carry on his dad’s gift to the world.

I thought i was meeting Lisa for the first time. But she told me that we had met years earlier in a Brisbane jail. Indeed we had. We were both stuck in the waiting room for an hour. I was waiting to visit my brother and she was visiting her partner. She later ended up with Lewis and has now looped into our lives. I remember seeing her back then. I remembering praying for her in that waiting room. Wierd, ay?

The next few hours were spent driving back over the New South Wales border into Queensland, along the Gold Coast and to Surfers Paradise, where we stopped for a swim on the beach. Then home for a big early Christmas meal – ham and Christmas pudding- with my Aunty Olwen, and cousin Paul (and Marion).

It was really a great service. Yes, it was sadd. Yes we cried. We stood at the coffin and looked at our brother. My mother kissed his cold face. We said goodbye. And we were also filled with hope that he is now gardening in heaven. And we sensed the wound of our loss being mended by God’s spirit. We were challenged to make the most of the time we have, to create more memories for our own families. We felt a little guilty that we had laughed so much during the day, but then it seemed right, and appropriate. And i hope that when it is my turn to go, that their will also be much laughter and sillyness at my funeral.

Right. Funeral One over. Now to get ready for my Dad. We say goodbye to him at 5pm today. Different Funeral Home. Different group of people. Much older. I might wear my tie for this one. I have to write and read the eulogy.
Yesterday i was a grieving brother.
Today i am a greiving son.

God give me the strength today:
To end this chapter well.
To help others end it also.
To say what needs to be said.
To be strong enough to comfort those who need my hand on their shoulder, but not too strong that i miss the comfort you have for me, and for those who can only receive such a rich gift in the face of severe loss.
For when i am poor, then i am rich.


Andrew Jones launched his first internet space in 1997 and has been teaching on related issues for the past 20 years. He travels all the time but lives between Wellington, San Francisco and a hobbit home in Prague.


  • Kevin Rector says:

    Wow, that was really touching. I’m praying for you.

  • steph says:

    andrew, i don’t know what to say, other than thank you for sharing your obviously christ-filled service with us. i will keep you and your family in my prayers, especially today as you eulogize your father. much love to you and yours today.

  • Darryl says:

    Our prayers are with you.

  • Steven says:

    Grace and peace to you, our brother. Amen.

  • Mike says:

    Beautiful, Andrew. Thanks for sharing it with us.

  • bobbie says:

    oh andrew, you are ministering to us in the midst of your loss. that was so eloquent and beautiful. thank you, not only for keeping those of us who are praying updated, but to do it with such grace and love.
    blessings brother. you’re facing more loss than anyone should have to face in a decade in a very short span of time. praying peace and comfort for you all.

  • Arlen Hanson says:

    What an amazing post. God speaking to us through the words you typed every bit as much as he spoke to you through your dream and through that wonderful old Catholic priest. In the midst of your sorrow, to have such grace come, and to know in the laughter and the tears that God is there. Prayers for you and yours my brother who I do not even know. I feel the link of the cross and the spirit between us. Peace.

  • jason says:

    Thank you for your transparency and vulnerability. I’m so sorry all of this going on, but I trust that God is working in the midst of this adversity.
    In prayer for you!

  • Garth says:

    What a time you must be going through. Thank you for your sensitive post and your insights in a difficult time.

  • maryellen says:

    two yrs. ago my dad died and all of us kids (6) and mom and various realatives
    united in Colorado..we also had so much laughter that we too felt guilty that we looked so happy in a group picture.
    it looked more like a wedding photo..

  • teresa says:

    wow. that reminds me of my aunt’s funeral a year ago. we all cried so much. but we also laughed so much in the limo on the way to the cemetery. but we couldn’t help but remember the good times and laugh at the funny ones. it was good to let joy balm our hearts as we knew she was in heaven.
    grace to you tomorrow. may his dawn in advent be your source of hope and strength. my heart and prayers to you all.

  • Janet says:

    Arhhh Andrew – Ly sympathy at your dual loss. I am sending you greetings from just up the Highway – trust you have a blessed time with family in Brissy.
    I so understand the sense of joy and laughter that happens at these times. When my Dad died about 3.00am, we all met together at Mum’s at 5.00 and had the most hilarious time remembering the good times. Felt funny, but wonderful.
    God’s blesssing
    Janet – in Maryborough

  • Mike says:

    Good onya mate. Made me howl. I think my wife, Janelle drove the same road today up to the Gold Coast-said her last goodbye to her dying mum in Yamba (near Byron) and drove up to catch a plane home…
    we’re thinking of you and praying hard – thanks for the great story.

  • Gabby says:

    Thank you Andrew for sharing your heart. I remember you posting about how much you respect your brother for owing up his emotions and your desire to become more like him. God did not only give His Spirit to you & family on the day of the burial, but He is also answering this prayer of yours.
    May this day be filled with His presence and glory, too. And may He answer your prayers for having the right kind of strength. You are unbelievably precious to God.
    Joined in prayer from Budapest.

  • mary nan ollis says:

    grace and peace to you. you and your family are amazing.

  • Nick says:

    Only met you last week at the network church conference, but just to let you know I am thinking of you and your family at this time…

  • jason says:

    what an amazing God we have
    i can’t say anything else but God is here amongst us in this world and uses the most incredible of things to reveal that to us

  • Alan Cross says:

    Amazing story. I praise God for His light that shone in your lives. He is so good. You remain in my prayers.

  • Brian "Oke" O'Connell says:

    Two years ago (almost to the day) my mother past away and I had to write and read the eulogy. Now with my father living day to day in an Alzheimer’s care unit, I am preparing for another. Your words about the laughter and joy — in the midst of woundedness — were powerful. Prayers to the Father, my friend, are being lifted up for you and the family.

  • Joel Vestal says:

    andrew, we send our love and prayers. Wish you were flying through Bangkok, I would buy you breakfast –

  • Jude Tiersma Watson says:

    Thanks for a moving account of the ways that sorrow in life also releases joy. “Sorrow and love flow mingled down…:” we often want to love and joy without the sorrow, but it doesn’t work that way. My dad, my greatest hero, died in October. I miss him a lot, but have had amazing experiences of his presence with me during worship — the communion of the saints.
    Jude (SIS/Fuller)

  • SHP says:

    Peace Andrew
    You are all in my prayers

  • Deb says:

    What a beautiful funeral. Thank you for sharing the details with us. I’m praying for your family.

  • Chris says:

    Thank you so much for your openess and honesty. Through all that’s going on you’re still sharing and spreading Jesus’ light.
    May Jesus bless you so much.

  • Nels Cross says:

    We are praying for you and you family. Thank you for sharing.

  • Nuno says:

    Hi Andrew,
    I can’t avoid the tears!sorry mate! should be supporting you in a though moment like this!
    I remember the few hours of joy we spent in Nazaré! Cool day!
    I’m praying for you!
    Nuno – Portugal

  • wilsonian says:

    undone. peace.

  • B0b & Mary says:

    This is our first visit to your blogg, any blogg!
    Wow. How amazing that you left our house in Sheffield to head for Aussie and your brothers funeral and now we hear news not only of that .. but your Dad gone also! Oh! what a heavy load to bear. Your sharing os Lewis’funeral was moving and uplifting… we pray that you may have known God’s presence equally at the second and that your return home may be a great comfort and reassurance. Blessings….

  • B0b & Mary says:

    This is our first visit to your blogg, any blogg!
    Wow. How amazing that you left our house in Sheffield to head for Aussie and your brothers funeral and now we hear news not only of that .. but your Dad gone also! Oh! what a heavy load to bear. Your sharing os Lewis’funeral was moving and uplifting… we pray that you may have known God’s presence equally at the second and that your return home may be a great comfort and reassurance. Blessings….

Leave a Reply