Eulogy for Meghan Diane Smith

My claim to fame through this week was the fact that in addition to being Meghan's brother, I was also part mother and father. I remember changing diapers, mixing bottles, and dressing my baby sister on Sundays my mom had to work. As she became a little girl, I would make sure she got up for school on time, escort her on the bus, and, as any other self-respecting big brother would, I'd pick on her just enough to let her know I cared. And then I left for the navy. My parents had to literally pry Meghan off of me so I could go. As the years passed, I had to realize that that little girl had become a young woman.

And now she's gone…seemingly too soon, and I find myself asking how God could have let this happen. His answer was swift. In Matthew chapter 10, we read, “Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? And one of them shall not fall on the ground without your father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not, therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.”

The day Meghan surrendered her life to Christ, he became her brother and God became her father. The most powerful force in existence became her closest friend. The Great “I Am” knew my sister before I changed her diaper for the first time and he saw Sunday before it happened. As hard as it is for me to understand, she did not leave us too soon. This most precious jewel arrived in heaven exactly on time.

It is perhaps fitting that I am so involved in Meghan's last chapter since I was so involved in her first. But I am not her Alpha and Omega. I am not her first and last. She surrendered herself in death as she had in life…at the feet of Jesus. I cannot think of a better way to live in memory of my little sister than to live with the hope that I will see her again and be with her for eternity. Please don't go home today without knowing for yourself. It's not only what Meghan would have wanted, it's what her closest friend and eternal brother wants.