Roy was a neighbor in the Walnut Neighborhood, and alcohol took a toll on Roy's life, ultimately leading him toward an early death while he was in his 50's.
What moved me so much through this funeral, was the fact that Judy knew more of Roy than his alcoholism. She spoke of the encounters she'd had with Roy through the years, both in the neighborhood and when he'd come to church a few times. She knew of his kind heart, his love of fishing, his good nature. She told stories of his help with the community garden, and the times when he tried to kick his addiction.
As Judy spoke with the family and those gathered, we could see and celebrate who God made Roy to be. It was a holy time of personal story and brokenness and God's grace.
And for me, it was a powerful testament to presence. While many in the neighborhood might have only seen and labeled Roy as the neighborhood drunk, Judy really saw Roy beyond that, as a deeply loved human being with gifts and a future, a person who needed Jesus and healing, just like every other one of us who walks the earth.
I was so warmed by this funeral. By the loving presence and "noticing" done by a neighborhood pastor, to the sense of grace and healing I could feel happen with family members in the room.
This hour marked me as I consider my own presence in the neighborhood, the eyes by which I see, and the availability I have (or don't have) to be with and experience life alongside my neighbors.
Thanks, Judy, for your witness of incarnation and loving presence with people...especially people who are often passed over or dismissed.
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