What if you and I had the ability to see dead people like Cole Sear in The Sixth Sense? Growing up in a family of funeral directors, I saw lots of dead people, but what if you and I could see into the unseen spiritual world?
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I See Dead People
by Joey O’Connor
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In the movie, The Sixth Sense, Cole Sear is a nine-year old boy with a special gift. He has the unique ability to see dead people, a most undesirable gift for us mere mortals. As I watched The Sixth Sense and heard his stunning, honest confession “I see dead people,” I finally felt I’d met a kid I could relate to. Having the distinct honor of being raised in a family of funeral directors, I know of no other family so immersed in the macabre. That’s right, over a hundred and twelve years of California funeral history hanging in the branches of my family tree. Growing up, like Cole Sear, I saw lots of dead people. Lots of cemeteries. Lots of riding around in the family hearse. Lots of burial plots. On Friday nights, when my friend’s families were going out to dinner or to the movies, our family went to funerals. Okay, maybe not, but how many kids go to work with their dad at the one place people try to avoid their entire lives? Always wondered why my great-grandfather never opened a hardware store?
Don’t snicker, but I loved going to work with my dad. He made it fun in a mortuary sort of way. I played around hearses, caskets, cemeteries, churches, and well, lots of bodies. The crematory was a little freaky, but I knew the role of embalming fluid, how to play with a collapsible church truck without losing my fingers and the truth that motorcycle escorts are not real policeman long before most boys figured out how to tie their shoelaces. Raised with a very clear view of my mortality, my father gave me a unique opportunity to see life from a completely different perspective. A viewpoint from “the other side.” I saw life and death with a unique set of eyes. I knew who was ceased and who was deceased. Whose eyes were open and whose were closed. For good.
When I read about Jesus walking from village to village in the Gospel stories, I wonder why Jesus never said, “I see dead people”?
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