So the ride went great, and I'll fill everyone in on that soon enough. Thank you all for your sponsors and prayers.
I just have to tell you what happened after we got home.
To set the scene you must know that with everything else that is going on my Dad had to go to the ER today. The doctors think it was a bad reaction to a new blood pressure medication. He is staying overnight, but things looks good there. Really, he's fine.
I finally return home to over 500 people and their cars on my lawn and banjo-filled music that is not red. These concerts happen three times a summer.
The Boy is overwhelmed so we hunker down inside and I check email. There is one from a pastor in the area who says that she is not "mad or territorial" but noticed that I am doing a funeral for someone who was a member at her church. What is my connection?
I email her back a bit of the backstory and tell her that the deceased sisters asked me to do it. They didn't tell me of their sister's connection with this woman's church.
Well apparantly this other pastor is both mad and territorial because she responds:
"Should I perhaps have been contacted re. the funeral, as I am her
pastor, or was there some good pastoral reason for not doing so? In any case, I trust that the funeral will be an occasion of grace."
I explained to her again that when I asked the family did not mention her or her church's connection with their sister and then I added:
"Except for the swearing, most funerals I do are an occasion of grace."
I think we have found the proverbial straw.