763 - Our Pastor's Funeral
Spirituality Column #763
June 29, 2021
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary
Our Pastor’s Funeral
By Bob Walters
“My wife Pam and I met at our pastor’s funeral.”
I just love the start of that story, and love even more that
it’s our story to tell.
It was November 2007 – the 15th, a Thursday, to be exact –
on a day saddened by loss but buoyed with the hope and love of Jesus that
beloved pastor Russ Blowers had instilled in countless Christians during 56
years of ministry at East 91st Street Christian Church in Indianapolis. His funeral mostly filled the 2,200-seat
worship hall.
Russ, 83 and retired, had died late Saturday evening the
10th, missing by a mere 10 minutes the symmetry of this proud World War II
veteran’s death being marked on a November 11 Veteran’s Day. His friend and fellow pastor John Samples,
who along with Russ’s son’s Phil and Paul had prayed and watched as Russ
breathed his last, woke me with a phone call and the not-unexpected news around
1:30 a.m.
A few hours later I arrived for Sunday church early as those
of us who knew shared the news of Russ’s death with others, and word spread
quickly. Russ and I had grown close
during my first six years as a Christian, which also happened to be his last
six years as a minister. I say “last six
years”; I don’t know exactly what a guy like Russ is promoted to upon arrival
at the pearly gates, but I doubt “minister” still covers it.
Anyway, in the halls at church later that Sunday morning my
cell phone rang and Phil Blowers was calling to ask if I would serve his dad as
a pall bearer. I said yes as the tears
I’d held back burst forth, right there in the hallway next to the reception
desk.
E91, as we call it, is a big church. At that time, Sunday
mornings saw 4,000 or more worshippers in five services at two different ends
of the building. In the couple of years
preceding his death, Russ and I had taken to sitting together in the 9:15 a.m.
traditional service in the main sanctuary where the choir and orchestra – yes,
a full, wonderful orchestra of extraordinarily talented church members –
regularly performed.
I’ve often said going to church at E91 was like going to the
Indy 500 … you never see or meet all the people who are there. A cordial Sunday morning E91 greeting, “Hi,
are you new here?” was often met with the response, “No, ‘been here for 30
years.”
One fellow I knew, former E91 member Dale Collie, called
early Monday morning – from North Carolina where he now lived – urging me to
start an online “Tribute Site” where parishioners and friends could post
memories of Russ. I was a long-time
public relations guy and communicating was my business so I picked up the
challenge. We had the site up and
running later that day. (see Russ
Stories – link is still live.)
The daunting part of the challenge was reaching everyone who
knew Russ or might want to post on the site. Russ, for heaven’s sake, had been the chairman
of the Billy Graham crusades in Indianapolis and Channel 8’s “TV Preacher” in
the 1960s. His ministry’s reach far
exceeded E91, but my first goal was to gather stories from those who knew him
best – and knew each other best – there in our home congregation.
It was obvious from sitting with Russ in Sunday services
that the huge music ministry was a particular delight to him, and that he was adored
by its many members. But how to notify them? An hour or so before the funeral, I
recognized the orchestra’s tympanist standing in the hallway and asked her for
help. She said her name was Pam.
Walters (rlwcom@aol.com)
married Pam June 22, 2009. More next
week.