Probably for the first time since becoming a parent, I didn’t want Mass to end. Even with three kids bouncing between the two front pews, I didn’t want the funeral to be over.
Our big church seemed small with so many familiar faces gathered. Other than the previous night’s funeral evening prayer, I cannot recall a time when all voices wholeheartedly sang together the hopeful songs of resurrection. The procession of our Bishop, priests, deacons, and seminarians from around the state was certainly impressive. But more than just a display of numbers, is knowing that they each stopped their busy schedules to pay tribute to the woman who was behind the scenes in orchestrating so much of their ability to be present to you and me. The peace and silence during the readings were calming. The fond remembrance and laughter during the homily were beautiful. Thank you, Ginger, for inviting us. It was perfect.
Each reading and each prayer slowly and carefully spoke to my heart.
“Indeed for your faithful, Lord,
life is changed not ended.”
Yes, we know you live. Yes, we are changed, too.
“Be not afraid. I go before you always.”
Yes, Ginger, you did. Yes, Jesus, you do.
We are so thankful for the memories made and the lessons learned.
Now we pray, give thanks, and live more fully your mission as our own. We can’t wait for our next Mass with you.