I drove through a light dusting of snow this morning to preside at a friend’s memorial service. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised but I was: This packed gathering took place in a wonderful social hall, a room filled to the brim with love and spirit. It was more moving than any funeral I’ve ever attended in any church. So free, personal, and real.
Blessings come in many forms and this was one of them. The least religious space was the most religious space. And faith filled it to overflowing. There was room for love.
The Spirit is everywhere in everything, not at all limited by our human constructions. Love is God and God is love.
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Did you write something on the person that I could read? Today’s memorial service is my first in a long time. I wondered how differently you might do it.
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