Really, that's all I can say. I knew going to the funeral that it was going to be a fair amount of fire and brimstone...I mean, it's a Baptist church, you're not going to have anything else. However, I was really disappointed that the service was 99% "accept Jesus as your Savior, or you're going to hell" and only 1% about my Uncle Wolf and his life. I actually found myself defending Catholicism--at least they know how to have a proper celebration of life! Aunt Sam gave a lot of personal stories about Wolf to the guy who did the eulogy, but there was no mention of them. I wouldn't even call it a eulogy! In fact, the only time he really mentioned my uncle was when he was talking about how Wolf was "born again" in the last few weeks of his life. I guess I just have to take comfort in knowing that I know the stories, and the people who loved him know the stories, and that is how his memory will live on.
You'll be happy to know that I behaved myself very well though :) I only made one comment during the service [when the preacher called chicks "baby chicks"....umm, what else are they?], and I was only caught rolling my eyes once. There were posters of everywhere they have missionaries, and one was in San Diego evangelizing to the Jewish community...so that got a derisive snort and eye roll, because you know, the Jews need to be saved...they're not the chosen people or anything ;)
In other news, pay day party night was Friday, and it was very fun even though it was very quiet. The taxi driver told Jeanette that people were staying in because of the H1N1 influenza. The bar we went to, Moct, definitely has the potential to be a very happening place when the weather is warmer and the doors can be open.
peace and love,
m
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