When my father died, my wife insisted in having one of our church's clergy-persons visit. He was not my choice, but he's the one who turned up.
And what did I get? A lesson on the Kubler-Ross 'stages of grief'. Nothing like what I wanted, nothing to do with scripture, nothing to do with the life of faith.
I was disgusted, disappointed, upset by it and disenchanted.
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