Contemplation connection
I spent yesterday morning in a church. I haven’t been in one for years, at least not one of bricks and mortar. I was at the funeral for a close friend. It was a Greek Orthodox Church and most of the ceremony was in Greek. I had familiarized myself with traditions just because I thought it would be good. I have been part of this family’s lives for nearly forty years now and only now finding myself at a funeral. Of course it was very sad. His death was completely unexpected. He was comparatively young. His grieving family sat in the first two pews, all in black, as was I. The casket was wheeled in and opened. My research told me that was custom but I couldn’t see. A large man blocked my view of the casket. Without knowing what was being said and unable to train my eyes on the casket I gazed around the church. Every church has its own beauty and this was no exception. The depictions of saints and angels were everywhere, elevating my own thoughts as I sat there drinking in the sorrow, pe
