It's been one of those weeks.
There was a lot that was planned that didn't happen. That is because there was a lot that happened that wasn't planned.
We had two funerals this week. One was for a man almost 91. The other was for a young man just 18.
Greg was almost 91 and lived a rich, blessed and full life. He also blessed those around him. Through his work, his presence, his faithfulness and his faith, many of us are able to say we are better people because of Greg. He had a couple favorite hymns, which were part of the service. Having served in the Navy and because of his lifelong love of the sea, we sang the Navy Hymn (Eternal Father, Strong to Save). we concluded the service with another favorite, "The Church's One Foundation." Afterwards, we continued the reminiscing and reminded one another of how one life can affect so many.
Matt was just 18 when he died. We don't know all the details, but drugs were involved. It was every parent's nightmare. Kids make mistakes. Sometimes those mistakes lead to days like yesterday where we barely get the words out. The sanctuary was full- almost 600 people, about half of them looked like kids from high school. We saw pictures, were told of his life and heard brave and powerful words from his family. Afterwards, folks hung around, hugged one another and we reminded ourselves how one life can affect so many.
At one point in the service, I looked around and felt a sense of gratitude. Because of people like Greg, we were able to make a difference in the grief of the community around Matt. There was a facility that could accommodate all those folks. Beyond the building, there were the people (many were the same who were there the day before) who welcomed, served and did everything they could to be helpful in a time of need. Extra ushers and greeters were there to make sure folks were seated and comfortable. The Deacons once again showed up in big ways to extend hospitality. People stuck around to clean up and get ready for the weekend. No on grumbled. No one complained. No one balked at all this effort. It is why we are here- to extend the love and grace of God to our world. Everyone understood that.
Because of that gracious hospitality, the community (I wonder how many of them were part of a church or had been to a funeral before) got to experience a different side of the church than is often represented. It wasn't a place of rules and religion, it was a place of grace and compassion. Perhaps they heard in a new way- or maybe for the first time, the gospel of Christ and that though death is powerful, it is also limited. Death doesn't get the last word on life. God gets the last word on death. The next to last chapter may be one of sorrow and tragedy, but the last chapter belongs to God and it is one of life and celebration. Ultimately, nothing can separate us from the love of God in Christ and "Amazing Grace" is more than just a song traditionally sung at funerals. It points to the One who is not only the 'Church's One Foundation', but also the Head of the Body that is called to extend that Grace.
So, at the end of the week, there was a lot that didn't get done. The emails piled up, calles weren't returned and lots of work was left undone. Nonetheless, I'm smiling. The essentials were covered. We rejoiced with those who rejoiced and wept with those who wept. Hospitality was extended. Comfort was offered. The hurts and hopes of the community were addressed. The Gospel was proclaimed in word and deed.
It was indeed, a good week to be, "New Hope".
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