I don't know as "beautiful" is an acceptable adjective to describe a funeral or not. But that's exactly what my dear hubby said when he phoned me tonight to share some of the details.
Rex's brother had been a fireman, so they had him dressed in his fireman's uniform with his fireman's hat lying at the side. As the casket was wheeled to the front of the church, the firemen's bagpipe unit preceded the casket playing a haunting melody. Several fire trucks were parked in front of the church, and after the service, on the way out, the firemen all stood at attention. The pall bearers, of course, were firemen. The casket was carried to the cemetery atop a fire truck with firemen on both sides to make sure it was steady on the ten-mile trip. Quite a sight -- I would have loved to have seen it, but Rex is trying to get copies of pictures that some people were taking.
The service itself lasted about an hour and was very joyful and uplifting, not what you usually experience for a funeral. A male quartet, all nephews of the deceased, sang both before and during the service, at least 12 songs, Rex said. The minister spoke at length of Lynn's outstanding salvation experience, even though his brothers never thought he'd turn to the Lord as he'd become so bitter some years ago against spiritual things. His co-workers in the Fire Deptment were there to hear it all.
Rex said the service made him tingle with joy all over. He also said he would share details with me when he returns next week. But I already feel his excitement and enthusiasm just from talking to him.
As I said in my blog day before yesterday (Questions About Heaven), truly the day of the Christian's death is better than the day of his birth.
Some of you who follow my blog know and are related to Lynn. I trust the rest of you aren't too bored with this brief description.
Preacher's Kid
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