Years ago, on the way home from a mission trip in Ruidoso, New Mexico, I was driving a Suburban full of sleeping kids through beautiful east New Mexico at dawn. “Viva la Vida,” that amazing earworm by Coldplay, came on, and my co-pilot—a twenty year-old sponsor—cranked the music. The kids didn’t wake up, and we drove, blasting the song, fist-pumping out the window as you can only do when you’re exhausted and on your way home.
In the years since, he and I have sadly drifted apart. Politics, religion, and social views, what can you do? But, to this day, whenever “Viva la Vida” comes on the radio, I find myself cranking it, fist-pumping like an idiot, and saying a prayer for him. I hope he does the same for me, though it’s all right if he doesn’t. (A full disclosure: he is still alive at the time of writing, and probably will be for many more decades.)
What does it mean to remember someone? And how do we find intentional ways to do it?
This Sunday is our All Saints Remembrance service, where we will name, bless and remember those who have died in the previous year. Kathy, working with the Worship Ministry, has come up with a meaningful, thoughtful and Spirit-filled service, and I look forward to it. I look forward to seeing you there.