Went to Roman Catholic funeral on Thursday,
One of the kids' mum died. She is kinda of an alcoholic, her husband left her, and she had an epileptic fit when no one was around. They found her dead. Pretty tragic and so soon after the kids started coming back to the club after a long while. We still keep contact with them because we visit everyone who has ever come to the club to drop them the memory verse sheets. We don't visit, just at the door say hi, chat for a while about school. That is how we found out and thought that being there was the only way we can help. Even if they stop coming we keep visting for up to year. So once a week for a few minutes. Not msuch but over time you do build a bit of a relationship.
It was an experience. It was drizzling and pretty wet. I got soaked through on my way home the rain was so heavy my jacket just couldn't take it.
Anyway at the service, they don't sing any hymms and they talk alot about prayer for dead sort things.
well those kind of things wouldn't be part of my theology. There was a staute of a black saint in that church and I researched that guy Martin de Porres from Peru. Interesting sort of chap. Worked in the humblest jobs like sweeping the monastery at first because he was black he wasn't allowed to a member but his wisdom and compassion and skill as a nurse overcame that obstacle. So he is the patron saint of Black people it seems. One thing about this saint thing is we get to be informed about these servants of God and they are not forgotten, swallowed by time.
But then again people might turn them into idols and direct prayers to them instead of God.