The Rev.
Frank Logue Yes Lord, I Believe Please note that in an Episcopal Funeral service, the
officiant is asked to address the congregation soon after the start of the service to
briefly make them aware of the purpose for the gathering. Here are those words: Today, we gather in the midst of our mourning to celebrate the
life of Hulda Kelly. Those of us who knew her and loved her are comforted by words of
scripture, by each other, and by Gods presence among us as we come to terms with our
loss. This service is designed to help both celebrate life and to ease the pain of
mourning. It is a typical part of planning a funeral service for the minister to gather
with family members to pick scripture and hymns for the service that reflect the person
who has died. You should know at the outset of this service that todays readings and
less than typical hymn choices were made by Hulda herself. Hulda carefully planned this
service from picking the portions of the funeral liturgy to use to selecting the readings
and music. Listen carefully to the readings as you will hear, not hastily picked scripture
by a minister who knows nothing of Hulda, but the words Hulda herself used to define her
faith in God. And dont miss the irony of this service either. Hulda hated it when
church services went on forever. She disliked overly long scripture readings. Yet, she
picked no less that four readings supplemented by three Psalms. Hulda designed for us
today a service that she would have hated to sit through. But that was fine as she was
quite certain this was one service she would never have sit through. The sermon: I now have the privilege of eulogizing Hulda Kelly. First, let
me say that I hope you will laugh at some point during my brief words this afternoon. If
no one laughs, then I will have failed miserably in offering words of remembrance for a
woman who was surprisingly funny. She had a wicked sense of humor and a gift for finding
something to laugh at in most any circumstance, certainly this one. I am amazed that she didnt handle a eulogy herself. Hulda
so carefully planned everything, from her obituary for the newspaper to the choice of
singing O Little Town of Bethlehem that I was surprised that she left my sermon today to
chance. We may later find filed away somewhere a funeral sermon carefully typed out by
Hulda. If, or perhaps I should say, when we do, Ill be sure to issue a retraction
and send everyone here the sermon I should have given. If she didnt like the sermon, Hulda would not have
flinched at telling me so. Hulda was not one to mince words. She often came across as
gruff, grumpy or crabby. That was partly because she was often, gruff, grumpy, or crabby.
She never hesitated to tell someone exactly how she felt. You knew where you stood with
Hulda, because she told you so. So, when she looked at me one day as I was leaving and
said, You know I love yall, I knew she really meant that too. You always
knew where you stood. Huldas life was very orderly. At least that is how she
planned it. She had a set schedule for her day, for her week and nothing unnerved her more
than getting that schedule interrupted. From waking up at 4:30 a.m. to feed her cat Rhoda
to watching Who Wants to Be a Millionaire in the evening, she had a set time for
everything. Drop in to visit her at the wrong time and she would be sure to greet your
hellos with, I expected you an hour ago. I didnt know you would arrive during
my time to read the Bible. Hulda was orderly to the point of obsession. And thank God she
was. Who else would have driven Bulloch County backroads to transform worn tombstones
scattered among the weeds into a careful record with each headstone clearly transcribed?
Who else could have sat over all those endless microfilms reels to decipher scrawled
entries of some by gone bureaucrat into a neatly typed pages of entries? Our disorganized
world may well need people like Hulda who yearn to reduce the chaos to order. So where are we now. We remember Hulda as someone who was funny,
crabby, obsessed with ordernot exactly a glowing eulogy for someone whom we are
gathered to remember as Saint of God. Declaring Hulda as a saint is our task for this day.
After all, scripture refers to all believers as saints and the church remembers the
faithful departed as saints. So what does the Hulda we knew have to do with the Saint
Hulda we proclaim today? Well, Huldas orderly life included a daily time for
reading the reflections in Forward Day by Day and then reading the scripture
readings the booklet gives for that day. Each day for the almost twenty years I knew her,
Hulda sat and read the scripture in a pattern following the daily lectionary of the
Episcopal Church. Following that course of reading meant that she read the entire Bible
every two years and additionally, she reread all the Psalms every seven weeks. So when
Hulda picked our readings for today, she did so as someone who knew her Bible. But I know from long experience that she did not read scripture
unthinkingly. Hulda constantly questioned the scripture and wanted to know more about what
she read. When I went off to seminary, Hulda wrote me with a question that had bothered
her in her daily readings. She wanted to know why the word Lord was sometimes
written out with small capitals and sometimes in all lower case. What was the difference
in the Hebrew she wanted to know. I discovered for her that when the word was in lower
case capitals, it stood in for the name of God, Yahweh, that Christian translators would
no more write out than the Jewish translators who preceded them. It was with this
correspondence in mind that I made sure that all the proper occurrences of Lord in the
service booklet are in small capitals. That one detail is a symbol for me of her active
faith. That first letter lead to more questions throughout seminary.
She kept me busy tracking down answers to her theological questions. What does the imagery
of horns mean in the Psalms? Why are there two creation stories in Genesis and what good
are they today? What about poor Judas, why couldnt he be in heaven too? Through
three years of seminary, her questions were such a constant, that other seminarians became
jealous, often asking about Victorias grandmothers questions, wanting to find
out the latest. Hulda was the best foil for whom a theological student could
wish. She kept me focused on asking questions and expecting answers that lead to more
questions. It turns out that she was just as grumpy with God as with anyone else. She
demanded order out of God too. Hulda didnt let God off any easier than any of the
rest of us. She tried to confine God to Sunday morning early church, the Tuesday Morning
Prayer group at Trinity and with her daily Bible reading time. She never failed to
complain when the readings were longer than usual, or the preacher went on too long (as
Im doing right now). But Hulda could never quite contain God. God kept breaking out
of the box. Hulda was shaped by the pattern of reading and prayer she faithfully followed.
At the Reformation in the 1600s, the early Anglicans liked the saying Lex Orandi, Lex
Credendi, which is Latin for The way of praying is the way of believing.
They did not create a common confession, but a book of common prayer, feeling that if we
would trust ourselves to following a pattern of prayer, that it would shape our beliefs.
This little bit of Reformation history met its test case in
Hulda Kramp. A Baptist by birth, an Episcopalian by marriage, Huldas faith was
shaped by decades of following a pattern of prayer. If you want to know what sort of faith
it created in Hulda, read and reread todays service booklet. Youll find a
common thread running through the readings, which all point to an active, questioning
faith. In the Psalms, which Hulda knew so well from rereading them
every seven weeks for decades, we get an ongoing pattern of crying out to God in distress
and having God faithfully answering prayer. These are scriptures selected by a realist as
they also speak of God hiding his face and the righteous being brought low before they are
delivered. But Hulda knew and showed us through her choices that in the end, God is still
there. When we reach the bottom, God is there. She promised us with the readings she
picked that God will wipe away every tear from our eyes and that joy comes in the morning.
In the Gospel reading, Jesus says, I am the resurrection
and the life. Those who believe in me, even tough they die, will live, and everyone who
lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this? Through her own service today, Hulda, whose own sense of order
called her to carefully plan this service herself, answers in her own gruff way,
Yes, Lord, I believe. Amen. |
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