I don’t know how to start this blog post. Two people in our church passed away in the last two weeks and I am currently writing their memorial services. I suppose I could ponder the rudeness of saying good-bye to two loved ones too soon. I could get all Act-Three-of-Our-Town and remind everyone that life is over in a blink so we’d better love now, while we can.
Instead, I think I’ll tell a love story about Judy Rodgers, one of our congregants who passed.
I can’t tell this at story at her memorial. It’s just too weird. But I can tell it here. And I tell it because it’s a nice snapshot of Judy. Plus, it captures the essence of my outgoing message. Today and every day, I use my words to stand for our freaky frailty illumined by grace.