“…and the altar burst apart and the ashes from the Altar were scattered” (I Kings 13:5).
A clergyman turned author tells the story of the first funeral service he conducted:
It left a bad taste in my mouth. First year in the ministry. Twenty-four-years-old. No need to seek advice about anything. Which is why I so easily agreed to help a lady scatter the ashes of her husband from an airplane flying over Bellingham Bay…No problem. Go up in the plane. Open the door. Pour out the ashes. Say a few comforting words about death. Go home.
The pilot assumed I knew what I was doing. And I was certain I knew what I was doing. So up we went…over…
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