The Rev. Jennifer R. Durant
For all the Saints....
Now free from her body, set loose into
eternity…
Her vision long sought, now beholding
face to face.
Dear Jennifer,
You slipped out of this world just as quietly as you entered
ours at Good Shepherd. Suddenly…you were just there. Saying little, yet full of life; no
grandstanding, a simple faith in full pursuit of the vocation, the indelible print
on your soul. I still hear your
laughter, see the certainty in your face for your principles…the love you had
for your husband and family. How I recall the day I saw you preaching when you
found your voice—God’s Voice in yours—and you flew on your wings. And I followed you through the days of
diagnosis to the last chapter of your life.
I wonder if you realize that the cross you carried proclaimed the Jesus
you love more than anything else you alone could have done with your earthly
ministry? You were so much more a priest than you could have ever known. m
That’s callous I know….
Is there anything to rationalize the dreaded ALS?
No more than the Cross I suspect, a life given away in love
more alive in Christ,
than a script we could write on our own.
Thanks for forgiving me for not attending your
ordination. Another spirit was at work
in the Church at that time. But I did
mean what I said when I wrote you my own ordination sermon and used the lines
from Pop to Roy Hobbs from The Natural:
You’re the best damn hitter I ever saw.
Suit up!
For all the Saints, I see you dancing up to the gates of
heaven!
Keep the door open for me up there, okay?
Eternal peace be
yours,
Larry
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