Preaching last Sunday

Preaching last Sunday was a very strange experience. The passage spoke to me of thanks and joy. Not exactly what you'd expect in the days leading up to a funeral (when I was preparing)? Well, what do you think - before you answer, follow the link. The strange experience was finishing the sermon, and then thanking the church for their prayers and their support during the last couple of weeks. It wasn't easy, but it had to be done. Why was it strange? I haven't worked that one out yet. Please pray for Karen who is also going through a difficult time - but that is what grief does to you.