A family gathered. The sanctuary was alive with the sounds of jazz.   Food for a potluck dinner was placed on the tables.   Friends and family from far and near had arrived.

Words were spoken. Memories shared.  Glimpses of a strong, wonderful, complicated woman who was seen differently by different people began to emerge.

The service did not fit in a neat box.  The life of the deceased did not fix into a neat box. We celebrated a search for meaning that did not limit itself to one particular tradition.  We included Jesus’ teachings. We welcomed all of the people.  The service was honest and authentic.  Surely the presence of God was there.

Thanks to all who made it happen.  To those who cleaned the church, set up the sanctuary, set up the fellowship hall with white table cloths and flowers, received the food, and washed the dishes.   You helped to create a sacred moment for the family and for the community.

Is it fair to say that I am an “out of the box” pastor serving an “out of the box” church that follows an “out of the box” God?