My wife had to preach today. It was really fucking hard, she wrestled with her sermon from the beginning, and come Wednesday, it got even harder. Let’s just say she didn’t go the same direction as your priest. She also didn’t go anywhere near “it’s good that he’s dead.” She spoke to bodily autonomy. And how your life, and physical body and existence are a gift from god. And who are we - or anyone - to take away that autonomy, up to and including by ending a life? But don’t think it’s limited to that. Limiting bodily autonomy is a particular problem in these times. Quite a few people thanked her after, and there were some pretty strong emotions. Anyway, preparing and giving that sermon was one of the hardest things she’s ever done, and she left it all on the field. I’m in awe of her, and her ability and courage to listen to the spirit when called, even and especially when it’s hard.