Sep 02, 2009 14:43
two Sundays ago, I did a service at church as a joint venture with another worship associate, about saying good-bye. Noel and I each chose a reading, a hymn, and wrote a ~10 minute sermon. we also divided up the other sundry words/tasks, and Noel had a lovely meditation idea. the delightful thing about our church is that the people in the congregation, for the most part, are willing to try just about anything we suggest. [not that other congregations wouldn't. I know only that our congregation has been willing to play along with everything we've thown at them so far.]
anyhow, we both received some very nice feedback after the service, and then recently I also received the following email.
All week I have meant to sit down and write to you, and as the event of your service glides further away I am cursing myself for not acting sooner, because the passing time has not made my ability to find the right words any better. But I find that I have to say something, however inadequate, because I want you to know that I thought the whole service was superb, and just what my heart wanted. I loved your reading about Andy, Robyn, and I loved the way that reading returned to us in your sermon later. I loved the understated grief. Understated, but BIG. Your handling of your content was delicate and fine, and the content was profoundly meaningful.
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