I am sharing this most recent musing with permission. It reflects an adapted funeral ceremony at which I had the honour of presiding as a Canadian Armed Forces chaplain. These moments are never easy, particularly when the one we gather to grieve and commend to love is a child.
So, there I am, it’s 1997 and I’m not an atypical Gen-X’er. I distrust(ed) institutions, certainly lumped organised religion into that camp and I am (was) cynical about most public offices, politicians, celebrities, and certainly men and women who claimed to lead their flock.
