Somewhere between Life and Death
I should have realized that I would eat my words a few weeks ago. I was in the fourth month of my work as co-pastor at Harbert Community Church. I flippantly mentioned to our choir director how much I enjoyed the job, but Monday-Friday went slower than I desired. This was three weeks ago..... As of Sunday night, I will have had two funerals, two interments, a beloved man in the hospital facing a difficult recovery, Sunday School, Worship, with a sermon, and an evening Membership Class. I want four weeks ago back....famous last words. But I am not complaining. In officiating two funerals, I have had a chance to reflect on many things. I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of leaving people behind. I desire to pass before I get too grumpy (though my wife might say it's too late, especially on Saturday nights). I have also recognized that despite people's criticisms of the church, in whatever form it takes, this is the place to live and die. We remember rightly. We remember to