Evangeline Paterson's poem "Deathbed" (which I will read as part of my uncle's service) says,
Fitting words indeed, for Passover or Passion Week or Ordinary Time.
"Why is this night different from all other nights?" Not to diminish Passover or its rituals, which I hold dear, but one reason is because this night is a night in which I am alive and others are not... even others which were alive just awhile ago. And those words remind me that I am called to live my life fully and well in the days and nights that remain to me. And that, as a Christian, there is One who has made the angel of death irrelevant.