Funeral visits this morning, a bit of shock to the system as you walk out of the tinseliness of Christmas into the cold realities of life and death. Except they're not that cold as the great mystery when someone dies is there is this wonderful dam burst of the love from those who knew the deceased.
More of a cold shock when I am called out to visit someone taken suddenly ill and now unconcious in the intensive care unit.
"What did you do?" my wife asked when I returned home.
"The usual."
To hold a hand, to stroke a forehead, to say a prayer and to mark with a cross.
All together commending someone into God's care, who holds their life in the balance.
The truth of course being that for those who believe that's where we always are... whether we acknowledge it or not.
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