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John 14:1-6; Romans 8:18-28; Lamentations 3:22-33
In the Name of the Father and of the + Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Death is always an intruder. It separates those whom God has joined together in love, and it leaves our hearts heavy with grief. But for the Christian, death never has the final word, because Jesus Christ does. Today we gather to commend our brother, Wendell Arends, into the Lord's keeping, confident in the promise of Christ: “Let not your hearts be troubled... I go to prepare a place for you.”
Wendell was a big man with an even bigger heart. He was a gentleman who wore his Sunday best to church and was well put together the rest of the week. He treated people with respect and carried himself with dignity and honor. He had a firm handshake — honest, sincere, and strong. It was the handshake of a man who worked hard, kept his word, and quietly lived his faith. Wendell wasn't perfect. He knew he was a sinner. But he also knew something even greater: he was forgiven in the blood of Jesus Christ.
He worked hard to provide for his son, Matthew, and to care for his mother, Grace. For more than thirty years Grace lived with Wendell, and he did whatever was necessary to keep her at home until his own health made that impossible and they entered Clarksville Nursing and Rehabilitation together. Along with good genes and a healthy lifestyle, there is little doubt that Wendell's faithful love contributed to his mother's remarkable longevity and well-being.
Grace helped raise Matthew alongside his father, and together they were a close family. They especially loved golfing at CARD in Clarksville. Wendell and Grace treasured their purple golf cart, Barney, and even when they weren't golfing, he delighted in taking his mother for rides. They played Farkel with John and Carol Lilienthal, watched sports together, cheering for the Patriots and for whoever happened to be playing the Packers, and they enjoyed long drives in Ruby, Wendell's red Nissan Rogue, looking for eagles, hawks, and other wildlife. A trip to Wisconsin usually included a stop at Breitbach's in Balltown on the way home. Wendell appreciated a good ribeye, chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and his favorite vegetable was the yellow one: butter. Not long ago, when I visited him at the nursing home and asked if there was anything he wanted, his answer came quickly: “A cheeseburger.” Wendell and Grace also enjoyed a sweet red wine. On one visit to their home, Wendell even served me Dr. McGillicuddy's Cherry Liqueur. It was sweet, and it was red.
More importantly, Wendell and Grace loved being here in God's house. They worshipped faithfully at St. John whenever they were physically able. They loved their Lord, and they loved His Church. Together they donated the rose-colored paraments and vestments that adorn this sanctuary on Gaudete Sunday in Advent and Laetare Sunday in Lent. They saw them in use only a few times before Grace's funeral last December, when those rose colors once again proclaimed Christian joy in the midst of sorrow. Wendell served as an usher for years, and later his service became quietly caring for Grace, making sure she got safely into church and received Christ's body and blood. That was Wendell. Quietly serving others.
He was a tool-and-die journeyman whose skills made him valuable wherever he worked. He changed employers not because he was unreliable, but because he was dependable. Good craftsmen are always in demand.
Yet for all his strength, Wendell's physical heart was failing him. In December of 2023 he suffered a cardiac arrest at work. His implanted defibrillator shocked his heart back into rhythm, but he blacked out, fell, and suffered a serious head injury. After a lengthy hospitalization he emerged noticeably weaker. Then came another cardiac event, another hospitalization, more rehabilitation, and finally long-term nursing care.
For a man like Wendell, that was difficult. He had always been the one caring for others, not the one needing care. He was accustomed to working, providing, driving, walking, golfing, and enjoying God's creation. Gradually even breathing became difficult. I suspect what he missed most was simply getting outside, taking a drive in Barney or Ruby, or walking through God's beautiful creation.
Still, as long as Grace was with him, and Matthew, and Anne, and John and Carol, there was joy. After Grace died last December, I believe that was especially hard on Wendell. He missed her terribly. But he was also happy for her because he knew exactly where she was. She was with Jesus.
That wasn't wishful thinking. It wasn't crossing his fingers and hoping everything would work out. It was faith. Faith takes Jesus at His Word. And what does Jesus say? “Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in Me. In My Father's house are many rooms... I go to prepare a place for you... I will come again and take you to Myself, that where I am you may be also.” Those are not simply comforting words. They are promises purchased by Christ's own blood. Jesus does not merely point us toward heaven. He is the Way there. He does not merely teach the truth. He is the Truth. He does not merely give life. He is the Life. Wendell knew that.
As his body became weaker, his confidence in Christ did not. It wasn't that he had given up. It wasn't despair. It was hope. His hope was not in another procedure, another medication, or a different type of therapy. His hope was in the crucified and risen Lord Jesus Christ.
For years Wendell had cared for Grace. He watched over her. He provided for her. He made sure she got where she needed to be. He made sure she was safe. But there came a day when Wendell could no longer care for Grace. The good news is that Jesus never stopped caring for either of them.
The Good Shepherd cared for Grace until He called her safely home. The Good Shepherd cared for Wendell through every hospitalization, every setback, every disappointment, every weakening heartbeat, and every labored breath. He cared for Wendell through His holy Word. He cared for him through Holy Absolution. He cared for him through His own Body and Blood given and shed for the forgiveness of sins. The Shepherd never abandoned His sheep. “The LORD is my Shepherd.” Not “was.” Not “used to be.” “The LORD is my Shepherd.” Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, You are with me.
Death is still an enemy. Scripture never pretends otherwise. We weep today because death separates us from those we love. Matthew has lost his father. Family has lost someone they dearly loved. St. John has lost a faithful brother in Christ. Death hurts. But notice what David calls it. Not the valley of death. The valley of the shadow of death. A shadow can frighten us, but it cannot ultimately harm us. At the cross Jesus bore our sin. At the empty tomb He conquered our grave. Death is now but the shadow left behind by an enemy Christ has already defeated.
That is why St. Paul can write, “The sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.” Those words are easy to read and much harder to live. Wendell knew suffering. He knew what it was like to lose his strength. He knew what it was like to surrender his independence. He knew what it was like to watch his body fail him. But he also knew something greater. He knew that his Redeemer lives. He knew that Christ had claimed him in Holy Baptism. He knew that Christ continually spoke forgiveness into his ears. He knew that at this altar Christ fed him His own Body and Blood for the forgiveness of sins, life, and salvation.
These were not empty rituals. This is how the Good Shepherd cared for His sheep. This is how Christ sustained Wendell's faith. This is how the Lord prepared him for the day He would finally call him home.
Jeremiah writes, “The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.” Every morning. Not just the healthy mornings. Not just the mornings when Wendell could golf or take a drive in Ruby. Every morning. Even the mornings in the nursing home. Even the mornings after another hospitalization. Even the final morning of his earthly life. The Lord's mercy was new. The Lord was faithful. And He is faithful still.
Today Wendell rests from his labors. His heart no longer struggles. His breathing is no longer labored. His suffering has ended because he is with Christ, which is far better. But this is not the end of Wendell's story. The body we commit to the earth today is not discarded. It is sown like a seed in the sure and certain hope of the resurrection of the body. The day is coming when the trumpet will sound. Christ will return in glory. The dead in Christ will rise. The grave will surrender its dead. And Wendell will stand again, not weakened, not frail, not struggling for breath, but whole, perfect, and glorified, because Jesus Christ lives. That is our comfort today.
Our comfort is not ultimately that Wendell was a good man, though he was. Our comfort is not ultimately that he faithfully cared for Grace for so many years, though he certainly did. Our comfort is not ultimately that he loved his family and friends so well, though they were richly blessed by his love. Our comfort is Christ. Christ crucified for sinners. Christ risen from the dead. Christ reigning at the Father's right hand. Christ coming again in glory to raise the dead and make all things new.
Jesus says, “I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life.” Because He is the Way, Wendell is safely home with Him. Because He is the Life, death could not hold him. And because Jesus lives, Wendell shall live also.
Dear friends, that same promise is for you. Trust in Christ. Cling to His promises. Receive the gifts He freely gives in His Word and Sacraments. For the Good Shepherd who faithfully led Wendell through the valley of the shadow of death will likewise lead all who belong to Him into the house of the Lord forever.
In the + Name of Jesus. Amen.

