I Should Have Gone
I sit here wondering why I thought I shouldn’t go…
Earlier this week, the daughter of some members of our church was killed in a horrible car accident. She was 19. Her family attends our church, and she came to youth events from time to time before I was the youth minister. She had moved on a few months before I arrived.
I never met her, and I have never met her parents. For some reason, that seemed like a good reason not to go. After all, who likes funerals? I got up this morning and got dressed like it was any other day.
But, part of my family is hurting. Just because we have never met doesn’t mean I shouldn’t choose to support them. Just because we don’t know each other doesn’t mean I shouldn’t join as one person in the midst of a large body offering consolation, presence, and compassion. A funeral isn’t for the deceased- it’s for those who live on.
I wasn’t dressed for a funeral today, and I think it’s worse to show disrespect than not go. So, it was too late to change my mind before it was time to go. But, I was following through on a decision I had made several days ago.
And it was the wrong one. I know that now while I contemplate what it means to be part of a body, a family, and a kingdom united. I know that as a minister, part of my job is to offer hope and strength to those who need it, even if I don’t know them. I think it would me a lot to me, heaven forbid, if our situations were reversed.
And I’ll make sure I read this post if a similar situation occurs in the future. The worst mistakes are those we fail to learn from.
I also learned about being “in the world but not of the world”. I was given information to help me “fit in” more while in Florence. I quickly learned that I was never going to fit in. I’m too fat, blond, broad, and tall to EVER pass as an Italian. So, I had to learn how to be comfortable with who I am and how I’m different while learning to communicate the gospel in a foreign culture.
