The Church Kitchen
So a Brother in the ward died this week. I think we have at least 4 to 5 people a year in our ward pass away. We have a ward where we are able to offer service in many different ways. Many of our congregation are elderly, or others have just had babies, some are middle aged and have aches and pains ( much like myself); thus the opportunity to take a meal to someone or tend children (not my favorite thing, I am weak, I know) or just be there. And the world keeps on turning; allowing us to keep on serving.
I am so happy when the Compassionate Service Leader calls me to make food and help serve and cleanup for a funeral luncheon. It is a lovely way to spend the afternoon. All the Sisters helping are so wonderful to work with. There is a special feeling people have right after attending a funeral. Everyone is peaceful and is touched by the Spirit in some way. You can feel it no matter what group is present or whatever circumstances surround the death. Solace comes in many different forms and if I can help in some way I will.
Many of my friends have had sons or daughters leave on a missions recently. I appreciate them raising righteous children who also provide service. Where would we be as humans if we did not serve one another? It IS gentle and human. Really.
