Words cannot describe how I was touched recently by the funeral service
of the 96 year old mother of one of my friends. As morning light filtered through the stained glass of the sanctuary, the pews were filled with several generations and many mourners.
But it was more than grieving and sadness. The family remembrances
expressed somehow wove the listeners together with an elusive inner truth, a sense of oneness and unity. For a few hushed moments, we seemed to understand the ultimate purpose of life’s relationships, and we felt our personal connection in the great Circle of Being.
A cloak of God’s grace rested on our shoulders, as all too soon, we walked out into the sunlit autumn day to return to the quandaries and concerns of daily living. In the celebration of a long and fruitful life, we were blessed with a sacred understanding of the value of each life in
the omniscience of the universe. I continue to cherish the experience.
