I love my job! Every now and then I get to serve families who have lost a loved one from our church family. Today I got to host a memorial service for a woman who lived longer than 97 years and had a big impact on many people throughout her life. She and her husband raised two fine sons. They both live in California, so we made a plan to meet an hour before the service to take care of the necessary details. They had asked Mauri to play the piano for the service, so he showed up too but with no idea what music they would choose.
An hour before it started, the sons sat with Mauri and planned the service.
It was a wonderful service, full of singing and stories, a fitting tribute to this high-spirited lover of God, people, and life.
I learned from an attending friend, who used to be on the pastoral team, that thirty or so years ago, the sons’ mother gave the church office a detailed description of what she wanted for her memorial service. I imagine we’ll come across it one of these days when we get around to organizing the archives.
That’s ironic. But I’m going to think she’d have liked what happened today a lot more than what she had planned.