singing Denver SQAL 6-24-11 015 t-uAt my friend’s funeral today, I kept feeling the nudge to pat the man next to me.

Pat him. Give him a comforting pat. See? He’s dabbing his eyes. Pat him. Pat him on the shoulder. Now. Now. Pat him.

I hesitated. Finally, when I had collected myself somewhat, I sang the last hymn. (Hadn’t been able to sing the first two for all my bawlin’ and squallin’.) Then the funeral was over, and the family began to leave. I put my arm around the stranger’s shoulder and patted him. He said, “You have a beautiful voice.”

Is that what that was about? Surely, that was not a directive just for ME to get a compliment, right? It must have been to comfort this man?

Mysterious ways indeed.

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