I wonder…whatâ€™s the strangest thing that happened at (or heading to, or after) the funeral for you?
I remember one graveside service. Near the start of my ministry. The family wasnâ€™t part of the congregation, but a mortuary called my congregation hoping to â€œfindâ€ a pastor (what luck, a pastor was nearby. Me!). Only a handful of family and friends were present. When I said the Lordâ€™s Prayer, I invited â€œeveryoneâ€ to join. Bad call. No one seemed to know the prayer. So, it was mostly my voice. Which means, when I forgot the words part way through, everyone heard my â€œmistake.â€ Oops. How could I blank on a prayer Iâ€™d memorized since being a Sunday school munchkin? But, somewhere around â€œon earth as it is in heaven,â€ I lost my daily bread way. I mumbled. I stumbled. And since that time, in every service Iâ€™ve ever done, I’ve kept a copy of the Lordâ€™s Prayer handy.
Odd, that was also a service where, behind me as I walked away from the grave, I heard the deceasedâ€™s children, a brother and sister, bickering over the will. It was obvious they werenâ€™t concerned about my mistake. O Lord, thy will be done?
What fun, unusual, perplexing, dangerous experiences have you had grave side?