Folding Laundry

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This afternoon I was in my basement, folding laundry — and thinking about Mary. I’m always thinking about Mary, not just while doing wash. But my mind went back to a snippet of conversation we shared a week before her cancer got bad.

She was at my house, and we were chatting while I folded clean clothes. When I picked up a fitted sheet, she said, “Could you show me how to fold those things? I’ve never been able to do it right.”

martha-stewarts-folding-methodHaving watched Martha Stewart on TV years ago, I said, “Sure,” and showed her how the Queen of Homemaking did it: put one corner pocket into the next. Then fold both into the other two. Tuck the first two into the second two, and the sheet will loosely resemble a square. After that, the rest is easy.

“Let me try,” Mary said, taking the sheet away from me. As she folded and rolled and ended up with a big wrinkly ball, we both had a good laugh.

“Oh brother,” she said, handing it back to me. “I guess I’ll never get it.”

Today as I folded that same sheet and remembered our conversation, an important thought landed hard. It really doesn’t matter one bit that Mary never learned to fold a fitted sheet. She’ll never need to know.

On the heels of that, came this. How many hundreds of other things have I struggled to learn that I’ll never need to know?

Of course we have to function in a world of know-how, and if we don’t learn certain things (like brushing our teeth or driving a car) we’ll be at a disadvantage. But we ought to hold everything up against the standard of eternity before investing any money, time, or effort. We should ask ourselves, is this important to God?

If the answer is no, we need to proceed with caution. After all, it isn’t essential to have a shelf of perfectly-folded sheets. Mary lived her whole life without one.

morning-fog“Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.” (James 4:14)

Now what?

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When someone precious dies, grieving first presents itself as a feeling of emptiness. It says, “Now what?”

loveAll of us knew what to do when Mary was sick. Several kept her medicine straight, administered it, and made sure she was comfortable. Others kept the kitchen clean. Someone else did laundry. Another cooked. Several cleaned bathrooms, swept floors, ran errands. We all took turns sitting with Mary, sometimes in small groups, sometimes one-on-one.

And suddenly she was gone. Even in those first moments after she’d slipped away, while still gathered around her bed weeping, none of us knew what to do next. “Should we stay here? Move out of the room? Where would we go? What would we do ?”

The simplest decision was muddled, and there were question marks on each face. It was as if our previous instructions, the many tasks related to Mary, had been put through a shredder and then tossed in the air. When we asked “Now what?” no one could answer – at least not then.

Within hours, though, the question had been answered…. because there was a funeral to plan.

That process was much like arranging a wedding in three days:

  • The announcement/obituary – where to publish it? when?
  • The printed program – which photos to use? what order of service? what kind of paper? where to get it printed?
  • The funeral home – which one? what size room? how many will come? or should we use a church?
  • The casket – who will choose it? what about an outfit for Mary? who do we give it to?
  • The pictures – poster board photos? with which pictures? Where are they? what about a slide show? who would run it?
  • The guests – who will do airport runs? where will out-of-towners stay? what about a guest book?
  • The service – which pastor, musicians, soloists, songs? who will accompany? what about microphones? rehearsals? a podium? will it be recorded? video taped? by whom?
  • The flowers – ordered from where? what type? how many?
  • The food – a snack or a meal? where? who will provide it? how much?
  • The family – does everyone have suitable funeral clothes? if not, who will shop? where? when?
  • The cemetery – which one? which plot? should there be maps at the funeral? who will print them? who will pass them out?
  • Where will the flowers go after the service? who will transport them?

At Mary’s bedside we had asked, “Now what?” God had answered with a list of new questions, and we had no choice but to get to work. Could this must-plan phase be his gift to mourners who long for an answer to the “now what” question?

Since all the tasks at hand still had a connection to Mary, each one was important. We all felt useful. And it was a relief to know what to do.

Now those 50 questions have been answered. All of us are slowly returning to our regular lives and the tasks that remained undone when we were busy with Mary and her funeral. The need to catch up on things will keep that perplexing “now what” question at arm’s length for a while. But eventually it’ll be back. When it hits again, I believe each family member will receive a specific answer from the Lord that’s pertinent to them.

And when the “now-what’s” have all been answered, the only remaining question will be, “How will we fill the big empty space that Mary left?”

I’m counting on the Lord to supply an answer for that one, too.

“Now what I am commanding you today is not too difficult for you or beyond your reach…. No, the word is very near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart….”  (Deuteronomy 30:11,14)