Ode to Deacon – the ministry of loss

On March 25th, a shooter went into a rave house on Seattle’s Capitol Hill district – he shot and killed 7 people including himself. The violence was only made more pronounced by the seemingly random nature of the event. One of the victims was a young man named “Deacon” because he was an ordained deacon at a local Presbyterian church. My friend Hallack is the pastor at his church and invited me to assist in the funeral service. Not an easy time to be sure.

What I was most impressed by during the service was the number of members of the rave community who came and participated – mourning, weeping, being angry, and creating pieces of art to lay at the alter.

Why does it take a funeral to draw communities together?

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