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Kind of.
I did this funeral this morning, co-officiating with a nursing home chaplain. I did most of the liturgy, the chaplain read scripture, I preached the sermon, and then he did a short eulogy.
His eulogy was WAAAAAY more detailed and personal than I thought my sermon had been. I kept telling myself that a sermon is different from a eulogy--blending a lesson from a biblical text with elements from the person's life. I told myself that people think I do funerals well, that I never get complaints about my funerals, never have. But I felt like, after his eulogy, that I hadn't met with the family enough, had gotten to know the deceased well enough (but I thought I KNEW him!) I felt really bad. Shamed. Felt like I should apologize to the family.
Then, after the service, the widow and their daughters came over to thank me for my part in the service. They were strongly complimentary and I was really surprised, and trying to figure out what I should say. Then, one of the daughters says, "The chaplain seems like a nice guy, and I'm sure he meant well...but we don't know who he was talking about! None of that was from my dad's life." Other daughter says, "Yeah. What the hell was that?"
Apparently, he'd confused F with someone else. It was a BEAUTIFUL EULOGY. I hope he's invited to do it at the appropriate funeral.
This chaplain really is a nice guy. Just made a WHOPPER of a mistake.
And, apparently, my sermon was just fine.
Now, off to the doc. Wish me well!
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