Went to Holy Cross today for Lynn's funeral. Pastor Wright gave such a comforting homily and conducted the liturgy with reverence and peace, and yet with a keen eye toward those who might be unfamiliar with our service. Karen Shimkus rocked on the organ, as is her usual. We always laughed that Tim was the old one, then Cindi, then Lynn, and I came along as the baby. We're all born in 1960 but in different months and oddly enough, Lynn and Lauren shared a birthday. She will be missed by so very many people, but thanks be to God for allowing us to get to know her. So thankful that Dean, Lauren, and kids were able to be here for these two weeks, and kudos to St. Paul's, Norlina, for allowing their pastor the freedom to be a loving son. He'll come back all the stronger pastor to them for it. Margaret, president of the parish there, travelled here to be at the funeral (just as she and Ashley and Paul had come for Dean's ordination). Yeah, she's awesome like that. And Michael Killian also ventured out from North Carolina to be there for them too. Wow.
The final word of the day really was from "I Know That My Redeemer Lives" as the family marched from the church to plant Lynn into the earth in the sure and certain hope of the resurrection:
He lives and grants me daily breath;
He lives and I shall conquer death;
He lives my mansion to prepare;
He lives to bring me safely there.
P.S. KUDOS to Pr. Wright for letting the LSB Funeral Liturgy stand in its integrity. It is one of those services that doesn't need a bit of "creativity" from the Pastor. Just leave it be!
P.S.S. KUDOS to the Holy Cross choir, and the choice of "My Life Flows On" was just perfect.
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