I had a hard time seeing the sign for the turnoff – not only was the setting sun blaring into my face through my car’s windshield, but this was the kind of place that GPS didn’t know about. I had paper directions. The last time I used paper directions was when I printed them out from MapQuest at a university computer lab.
I was headed to a funeral service. I’m not sure that service is the best descriptor. A service denotes order, specific function, and an agreed upon liturgy. This…funeral didn’t have any of those elements. But it did have hurting people, and I do hold one simple conviction as a pastor if I hold any: hurting people need to be loved.