One of the benefits/blessings of life within a congregation is that we are brought face to face with our own mortality, our own passing, our own death. It is easier to avoid this final event in our lives if we never think about it. A congregation, with people being born and dying, brings us face to face with our own mortality. (No wonder many want nothing to do with the church since death is at the core of the Christian message.)
Sue McCoy was a saint of our congregation. I will miss her; we will miss her.
I hope this classic, centuries-old hymn from Norway, written by Hans Broson 300 years ago, is sung at my funeral. It is 'Who Is This Host Arrayed in White' and I share it with you, having Sue McCoy in mind.
O blessed saints now take your rest;
A thousand times shall you be blest;
For keeping faith firm unto death
And scorning worldly trust.
For now you Live at home with God
And harvest seeds once cast abroad;
In tears and signs.
See with new eyes the pattern in the seed.
The myriad angels raise their song.
O saints, sing with that happy throng;
Life up one voice;
Let heav'n rejoice
In our Redeemers song!
Bless you all,