Over Served

Can you?

Can anyone ever Serve too much?

Can  you
O   V   E   R      S   E   R   V   E ?

I still wake up in the middle of the night.      .      .

S O M E T I M E S

because of those
D I S
services.          .          .

I made a commitment to conduct two funeral services. The Services were two hours a part and at two different Funeral Homes, of which, both Funeral Directors knew of the Services I was doing. . .two totally different situations.

The first service was for a young man who died at a very early age of pancreatic cancer. His love was his motorcycle. It was actually brought in and placed right beside his coffin. A few family members were late and we got started a little late and several spoke during the service. We then had a motor cycle Procession to the funeral home…and I had several heart attacks on the way, because now I was late to the other funeral, a funeral for a baby who had died from
S I D S.

Yes, I made several phone calls telling the circumstances.       .       .

BUT
.         .         .A   BABY’S   FUNERAL?

What   made   it   worse

(AS   IF   IT   COULD   BE   WORSE)

The Grandfather kept  Sincerely
APOLOGIZING TO ME
for my huge mishap—-
as if it was his fault and my huge inconvenience!

O    V   E   R       S  E  R  V  E  D

She was not only a close friend, but an awesome colleague who had a routine heart valve surgery that went horribly wrong. She was on life support systems and I had to guest preach at another Church, a commitment I had made months before the surgery. Even though I was attentive to the family during surgery and several days following, my beeper was going off incessantly before and during the service because the family and Doctors had decided to wean her off of the vent she was on to keep her alive and they waited TWO LONG PAINFUL HOURS for me to actually get there before they allowed that procedure to take place with this large family of thirty plus packed into a very small waiting room.       .      .

O    V    E   R       S   E   R   V   E   D

She was three weeks late coming into my World. My daughter Angie was born, three weeks late on a Friday morning, two days before I was scheduled to go to a week long Junior Church Camp where I was going to be the Director. I, literally left them in the hospital as I went driving off to Camp.      .      .

O    V    E    R       S   E   R   V   E   D

TRUE   CONFESSION:

Sometimes I lay in bed at night, not sleeping, not Remembering the things I HAVE DONE
but Fretting
over all of the things
I   HAVE   NOT   DONE.       .       .

You?

B E D E V I L I N G

Not The Accomplishments
But Bemoaning the ACCIDENTS.

Is it possible?

Could it be True?

Can we ever–E V E R–Serve too much?

O     V     E     R  –  S     E     R     V     E

It can be as messy as an expensive wine being OVER Poured into the most elegant and expensive of Crystal Goblets

I think of all the OVER SERVINGS that kept me from friends
I think of all the OVER SERVINGS that kept me from family
I think of all the OVER SERVINGS that kept me from Actually
                                           S    E    R    V    I    N    G

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm  Of  The  Day:

Never let your service

become a DIS-Service.       .       .

It’ll keep you up at night.      .      .
or worse,
keep you from going back to sleep!