I have just had the most surreal afternoon imagineable. This morning, while enjoying my free Starbucks latte, I read on Twitter that my mate @PastorEv was facing a tough afternoon, singing “Jesu, joy of man’s desiring” which is famous, twiddly, and quite high with a small funeral party who were mostly non-churchgoers.
I asked if he needed backup.
He replied “Yes”.
Understandably, Evan was reluctant to lead the singing of this famous hymn without a little support, and in fact was prepared to forgo the singing and just read it aloud as a poem.
In I stepped with my offer of assistance and before I know it not only was I singing it, I had been promoted to doing it as a solo. Evan phoned the family and offered my services, and they said it would be entirely acceptable.
It’s the funeral of a lovely lady whom I have never met, and her only son is giving the eulogy, and it’s at the Crematorium which I’ve never visited, but as a favour for a friend and respect for a family in grief, I confirmed I would give it a go.
Fifteen minutes early, I arrived at Streetly Crematorium and enquired after Evan’s service. Another minister and the clerk at the crematorium established between them that Evan wasn’t due there today.
Cue me checking my phone and finding out Evan had his Crems mixed up and I was due in Sutton Coldfield in 12 minutes time.
We just made it.
They liked it.
Good guys 1, unintentional foul ups nil.
And that’s what I did on my day off.