This past weekend I was invited to return to Williamstown Christian and lead my old choir at a memorial service for one of our members that had recently passed away. her name was Patsy and she died of cancer. It happened quite suddenly; she found out what she had and within months she was gone. She was just one of those people who saw the good in everything around her, and tried to help everyone else around her do the same. I can remember just before Jenna and I left Williamstown when she pulled me aside on our last Sunday and said to me, “You have truly blessed my life, so I don’t mind letting you go because I know you will do the same for others.”
To me that statement was ironic because all who spoke of her at the service spent their time exclaiming how Patsy had blessed their lives. She was always an encourager, always a friend, and always a servant. I couldn’t think of a more fitting tribute to her life than the service was had for her. We sang songs of celebration, clapped our hands, and worshipped God for the forgiveness that we all had to be thankful for. More than 300 people packed into the small sanctuary, and everyone left feeling that we had truly honored Patsy’s memory. That’s the way I want to be remembered. I want people to celebrate with me as they did with Patsy.