A rather sad funeral

A while ago one of the ladies of our church up in Blaye lost her grandson in tragic circumstances - a house-fire. Her two twin grandsons were staying with their mother in her flat in a building undergoing renovation. As a result, it seems, of human error rather than technical problems, a fire broke out in the early hours and destroyed the building. She got one of her boys out, but the other was killed.

So it was that today we were at a very calm, dignified but sad funeral at the Church of the Trinity in the Grand Parc area. The priest has just written a novel which takes a snipe at the traditionalists (Latin mass etc..) in the RC church. I was still surprised to see him conduct the funeral in his jumper and trousers. (It has to be said that the French are far less formal than the British, but even so.)

Our Dik (in his suit) preached briefly from two passages, Matthew 19 and Isaiah 49

The Little Children and Jesus
 13Then little children were brought to Jesus for him to place his hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples rebuked those who brought them. 14Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."15When he had placed his hands on them, he went on from there.



14 But Zion said, "The LORD has forsaken me,        the Lord has forgotten me."
 15 "Can a mother forget the baby at her breast
       and have no compassion on the child she has borne?
       Though she may forget,
       I will not forget you!
 16 See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;
       your walls are ever before me.


It was especially sad to see the little lad in the wheelchair at the back of the church with his bandages head and hands and his shock of tousled hair.

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