We’ve had a lot of death and sorrow this week.
A much loved member of our church died this week, and we’ve been the church as we should be in such circumstances.
In work, we also had our memorial service for the people who donated their bodies for use in the anatomy department. The service happens every few years and the families of those involved are invited, and the students and staff run the service.
One of my colleagues (from a Muslim background) was moved by how the way we deal with death and mourning rites differs from those in her own country.
Death comes to us all but perhaps in Christianity, and in how I’ve seen it iterated this week in the church, it can (and even should) be a normative (though mourned and expectant for liberation) part of our existence
