From the Department of Mixed Feelings
According to the Chicago Tribune, "A Presbyterian minister collapsed and died in mid-sentence of a sermon after saying 'And when I go to heaven.'"
The Rev. Jack Arnold was nearing the end of his sermon and had just finished quoting John Wesley--"Until my work on this earth is done, I am immortal. But when my work for Christ is done . . . I go to be with Jesus"--when he apparently suffered cardiac arrest.
My sincere condolences go to the family and congregation on the traumatic loss of their pastor. But at the same time, I can't help but think, "What a way to go!"
A couple of years ago, I happened to be visiting a Presbyterian church in South Carolina on All Saints' Day. During the sermon, the pastor remembered his mother, a minister's wife who lived a good and long life. He recounted how, after her funeral, the congregation recessed behind her coffin, singing "For All the Saints," and the pastor turned to his family and said, "It doesn't get any better than this." What a way to go!
On 02 January 2005--Epiphany Sunday--I visited my childhood church of Murray Presbyterian Church in Murray, Nebraska. The church has existed since 1860 and six generations of my family have worshiped there, so the building you see to the left is naturally dear to my heart. As many of you know, no building is more comfortable to walk into than the place where you were baptized, hissed at during the sermons to be quiet, taught about parables in Sunday School, progressed from a squirming angel to the Virgin Mary through years of Christmas pageants, joined the church, taught Bible School, and were married. I guess its because the people there who still know you have no illusions about you but love you anyway, which isn't a bad way to think about our life in the church in general.
My mother, Virginia Spangler, has been organist at the church for over 40 years. During that time, she's gotten smaller but her electric organ has gotten bigger (with bigger speakers) so she still celebrates worship with music each Sunday. She told me she always likes to play French carols as the prelude on Epiphany Sundays and that's what she's doing in the picture at right.
On this Sunday--Epiphany Sunday--Rev. Martin C. McDaniel linked the star the Magi followed to the hopeful light of Epiphany. The magi worshiped Christ because they recognized his divinity as the light and hope of the world. So the window with the medallion that says "The Lord is my light" seems most appropriate for pondering. Faith in Jesus, Mr. McDaniel said, gives us the strength to persevere in the face of current problems, whatever they may be.
