I’ve preached a lot of funerals. In Goldthwaite, I averaged almost one a month for four years. Goldthwaite is one of those towns people “come home to.” They stipulate that when they die, they want to be buried there. Consequently, I preached a lot of funerals of people I did not know. In an effort to avoid a “generic” eulogy, I would spend ten to fifteen minutes with the family prior to the funeral to get a story or two, in hope of making the service a little more personal. I would also ask if the deceased was a believer—if they had putRead More