The window tells the story of the wounded God who at the crack of dawn keeps His promise, raising the Christ who died for our redemption. Since then, people who bear the mark of the Son follow in His tradition, engaged in the tasks of raising others from death. Each such resurrection here is a small signal of the great resurrection yet to come.
Psalm 121 is read at funerals during or right after the procession from hearse to graveside. It is spoken by the living on behalf of the one whose eyes closed in death now gaze upon the maker of heaven and earth. It is a defiant declaration that death will not have the last word for the help that comes from the Lord turns the isolation and darkness of the grave into the gateway of the communal life in light everlasting. On Sunday the living faithful gathered at
, Irving TX to remember and give thanks for Robert Werberig, pastor and theologian of the church. I remember he once told a group of pastors that ministry wasn’t all that complicated. Just preach the Gospel and pray like a dog. I’ve tried to do both ever since. But more important than remembering Bob was remembering the Lord who was not slow to help him but arrived just in time so that hearing the last line of the 23rd psalm Robert’s final breath here was his first breath in the place where the Lord neither slumbering nor sleeping preserves his life from this time forth and forevermore. Godspeed, Bob. You will be missed until the day when we who know in part and see as through a mirror dimly will know fully and see face to face even as you do now. Good Shepherd Lutheran Church