BLESSED TO BE...A STEWARD!
Mark Frost
June 10, 2007
"Whatsoever you do the least of my brothers that you do unto me.
When I was hungry, you gave me to eat.
When I was thirsty you gave me to drink.
Now enter into the home of my father."
Isn't it funny how a piece of music can take you back to a particular place and
time? For me, this hymn takes me back to somewhere between the seventh and
ninth rows of the left center isle at St. Andrew's Catholic Church in Romeoville.
Caring in the Body
I Corinthians 12:12-13 & 25-27
June 3, 2007
Rev. Nancy Pfaltzgraf
On Tuesday morning as I was driving to work, trying to deal with the multitude of emotions
that were swirling around in my heart after having spent 5 hours in the emergency room with
the Brauer family, standing with them as each of them learned of David's death, crying with
them as they began to take in its reality, I thought, I can't preach about being a peace with
justice church this Sunday, it just doesn't feel right. I chewed on this thought for a while, trying
to decide if I was just too raw to think rationally or if we really did need to change the focus of
the service this Sunday. So I called Jeff to get his thoughts. Having been with us at the hospital,
he too felt we needed to do something different. Then he went on to talk about telling Emma
and her reactions and I thought, "Oh my God the children! David was their Sunday School
Teacher! We have to do something to help the children and their parents deal with this loss!"
But what? What was appropriate? As I reached the office and struggled to answer this
question, I started getting phone calls and people dropping in just to talk -all of them deeply
saddened by the news of the accident and David's death, all of them wanting to do something
to support David's family and at the same time feeling the pain of their own loss of a friend, a
colleague, a part of our body. The more people I talked with the more convinced I was that we
had to somehow change the focus of the worship today. Yet, I also knew that even though
many of us were hurting in our own way and suffering with the family, there would be folks in
worship today, who barely knew David, if at all; folks who were personally untouched by his
death.
