This morning I got the call that every pastor dreads… “She’s gone.”
Only this time it wasn’t someone I was expecting.
It was Mary. Young Mary. Full of life. Great mom. Exceptional wife. Much-loved teacher. True-blue friend. Exciting, funny, caring, helpful… that Mary.
I can’t believe it.
No one can.
4 1/2 months ago I was pastor at Mary’s wedding.
This week I will be pastor at Mary’s funeral.
Today I sat with her family and listened as people recounted their last conversations with her.
Mary did well. As were most of her words, her last words were loving, fun, and helpful.
I often find that in these moments it is helpful to be reflective. Today I will think on this, “What if these words were my last words?”