Today we celebrated the life of a brother. The Rev. Jim Dodge lived life with an honest and searching heart.
At his funeral today we named our love for him and the real challenge that is living as people fully aware of the power of grace.
And we sang and prayed our gratitude for having known such a one as Jim.
One of the traditions of the UM church in MN is that at funerals for our colleagues, we sing as a clergy choir. This tradition never ceases to humble me. When it came time to sing for our brother and from our own need to witness, the front of the church became packed with people who have opted to give their lives over to ministry.
I’m proud to be one of that number.
And, I am so grateful that our lives are held by the hand of the Holy and we walk our days in the company of so much that is good.
The squirrely and painful days are real. But oh, to be able to come together and name our gratitude is soul tonic. The grief is real, but it is shared and stirred into a huge pot of grace and for that on this day I breathe thanks.
God speed, Jim. And, thanks for your touch on the lives of the so many who call you teacher and friend.