On Monday Char and I attended a funeral. The sermon was given and then it came time to tell about the man’s life. His seventy-five years here on earth was condensed down to four minutes. I looked around. The chapel was full, the overflow area was full, and people were standing in the foyer. It was evident this man had lived a rich and full life while touching many, many people. A four minute summary didn't do justice.
I sat there thinking of all the stories people attending the funeral could tell about him. I thought about the stories he had to have. Once again I was reminded of the importance of capturing our life stories. I wrote about it before in a post called, Preaching and Hypocrisy