Tomorrow will be the tenth funeral held at RUMC this month.
I find myself amazed at the power and grace of our church.
Each funeral requires a team of ministers. Our organist provides powerful music to hold families and friends. Vocalists and instrumentalists share their gifts. Our communications person produces bulletins to aid worship. The women and men of the church bake bars and cakes. Those bars and cakes are offered, along with coffee and beverages and other foods by the people of the church who know how important it is to feed the hungry and offer drinks of compassion to the thirsty. They welcome all through the doors: community members, families, estranged and beloveds alike.
People come to mark the lives of their brothers and sisters in Christ. They sing and pray and give thanks for the time spent making life together. And, they name before God their gratitude for life and life eternal in the company of the Christ and the flotsam and jetsam that is family and friends.
We have shared powerful worship over this past month.
Today, four different people stopped me and told me this: they are praying for me. Knowing that hearts get linked and it is hard to say goodbye to so many in such a short time, they offered me the powerful gift of their prayers.
To serve in the midst of such ministry underscores the teaching of Jesus. He taught that living discipleship is about building the kindom of God on earth. The time for compassion and grace and blessing is now.
I’m seeing it at church. And for sure, I am feeling it in this now.