I haven’t gone to a service where the ushers sat you because so many people stood in line. As the line shortened, they moved a few rows of seated people to the line of people standing. The pews were almost full when we approached the front of the line. Many students from his school were there, as were many older people.
As we entered the room where the family was, the high school minister from our church stood in the doorway.
“Are you the official door greeter?” I asked.
He laughed.
“I’ve never had a student die. It’s been hard.”
He had gone to the family’s house and prayed with Nathan’s dad. He prayed three words and couldn’t pray anything else because of his emotions.
“I have been praying for the students coming to the service,” I said.
“There are so many people praying.”
“I don’t know if I will be able to articulate what I needed to say during the service.”
“You will do fine.”
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