Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dush

We laid my brother Paul to rest this past weekend, on a bright and clear Saturday morning. More than 400 people had come to his wake the night before, and the church was packed for his funeral.

That morning, the Boston Globe ran a long obituary that gives a glimpse of Paul's life, and the grace we experienced by having him in our lives.

Every small act of faithfulness can open up space for God in the world, our pastor once said. Paul specialized in those kind of small acts. He did not have to be asked to lend a hand--he did it naturally. More than anyone I know, Paul knew how to live--no regrets, no equivocating. He knew what he wanted and he got busy doing it.