Just returned home from a jam-packed memorial service for one of the deacons at my church. A man known for vigorous front-row worship, optimistic spirit, willingness to be direct, and love for all people, but especially the marginalized. His bio ought to be next to the dictionary definition of deacon.
Saw lots of acquaintances across the room that I hadn’t seen in a while. A former pastor, friends from another ministry. While I was grieving for the loss of this man, I also kept thinking about the fact that it takes the loss of a man’s life for good people to get together like this. Something’s not right with that.
Well, I take comfort in the fact that we got to share some good worship together. Ron would have reveled in it.
Musings on Faith and Psychology 