August 30th, 2011


I don't have a dog in this fight

So, some veterans groups are up in arms over a National Cemetery director cramping their style when it comes to graveside ceremonies and have filed a suit alleging religious discrimination, and so on . . .

Speaking as an ordained minister who has conducted far more funerals than he'd have liked to, I have some experience in this area. I've had many volunteer veterans groups do a wonderful and dignified job at gravesides, and I've had some beery bozos and so-called "chaplains" make a hash of things.

In the end, it's the family's call. Unfortunately, it is the nature of things that many families are too bound up in their grief to know what they're getting, and all too many folks -- funeral directors as well as volunteer groups -- are eager to act on what they presume the family will like. We clergy are often unconsulted about the arrangements. Funeral directors think they "hire" us to show up and do whatever we do at the appointed time in the funeral they're selling the family. Veterans groups sometimes come in and basically do the funeral over, reading from a superfluous script things that have already been said. All said and done, though, most funerals go okay, no matter who's doing what; unless things are really badly handled, people remember things that touched them and forget what didn't quite make the grade.

But if the veterans groups that think that it's about THEM think I'm gonna take up their cause in the name of religious freedom or something, they've got another think coming. 'Cause nobody's keepin' ME from saying the great Words, and I'm the guy what's charged with sayin' 'em. If my freedom isn't being abridged, then who are they to say theirs is?

Soli Deo Gloria

I've been working on my sermons and other liturgical stuff for the coming weeks; in fact, I'm planning on ahead through January 1, 2012. And I was stuck on one, last sermon idea. Couldn't get my brain to come up with anything.

Finally, I got up and went for a drive. Walking and/or driving jump-starts my brain. When I can't work out an idea or I need to pray but can't, I have to be in motion. Within a block of leaving the driveway, an idea began to form. By the time I returned from a jaunt through Whitehall, the idea was completely worked out.