Standing at the graveside with the last lingering family members, time seems thick.
If you have to choose between offering false hope and the truth, go with the truth.
Imagine talking about birth the way we talk about death.
As family configurations change, so does pastoral care.
One gift of being a pastor is that death stands right in front of us. We understand that our days are numbered.
For career day at my daughter's school, I brought pictures of some of the things pastors do. The students were mostly interested in the funerals.
For no reason I can remember, I put the ’90s classic Four Weddings and a Funeral on my Netflix queue and re-watched it recently. The scene etched in my mind all these years was that of the funeral. John Hannah, with his beautiful Scottish accent, reads “Funeral Blues” by W. H. Auden. What the clip leaves off is the funeral officiant, presumably an Anglican priest, introducing the beloved partner of the man in the coffin as “his closest friend.”
U2's subway prank created a strange sort of intimacy and spontaneous community. I felt a similar dynamic at play at a recent funeral.
To say "earth to earth" is a good thing, we have to believe it's really going to happen.
Cremation: A practice in need of ritual