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I presided over my first funeral today. I know, I know, I haven't even started seminary yet, but my mom's family is about as agnostic as you can get, except for my Mom and the great aunt who recently died. They had a funeral in the aunt's home town on the other side of the state, but she was interred today in the family plot. And her family wanted someone to say a few prayers because it's what she would have wanted, but as the branch of the family that lives here is, with the exception of my immediate family, non-churchgoers, I was the closest anyone knew to a pastor.
It was a very short service, as they'd already had a funeral. And it went well, and the immediate family liked it, which was the most important thing.
It was a very short service, as they'd already had a funeral. And it went well, and the immediate family liked it, which was the most important thing.
