Thursday, December 22, 2005

Today was my grandmothers funeral.
At her request my brother led the service and "preached the gospel" while I played piano (songs such as "
when the roll is called up yonder"and "O that will be glory for me"
I was remembering the last time I went to see her we spoke about youth ministry. She was telling me about getting roped into helping with various groups over the years. Today I met a lady who was in one of those groups - she introduced herself to me as being in her "bible class". Another reminder of the fruit that we don't always perceive at the time.

Anyway I think it was a good service, as much celebration and thanksgiving for someone who walked with God as sadness.


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