I just got back from the hardest funeral I have ever attended. One of the young men who grew up in our neighborhood, went to school and played sports with my children, was killed in a firefighting training accident last week. There has been plenty of publicity about the tragedy and that isn't what I want to dwell on here. Anytime someone so young dies there just aren't words to describe the pain and fear that ripple through one's heart.
But, what was amazing was the sense of community in the church today. The young men and women firefighters - hundreds of them - who came to honor him. The teachers and parents and coaches who came to support the family and each other through this moment in time. And not to get to "preachy" because I hate that -- but the priest's reminder of the promise of a life beyond this one. In whatever form it takes.
-- Amen
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