General Assembly Day Three

fullsizeoutput_4bIt seems hard to believe that we’ve been here for three days.  As is often the case in these settings, I’ve lost track of time.  “What day is it?” I ask each morning and throughout the day–and I’m not even a commissioner!

One aspect of this GA that I looked forward to was reconnecting with friends, colleagues, seminary classmates.  Presbyterians coming together every two years you are bound to see people you’ve known for a long time and those you’ve met recently.  Having recently been a member of National Capital Presbytery, I knew there would be quite a few GA junkies from there.  One of them was Peg True.  Peg LOVED General Assembly.  She went every year, always excited about watching the workings of the church she loved.  She had mentioned in a FB post that she was glad I was going to be there and looked forward to seeing me.

General Assembly officially convened on Saturday with morning worship.  Earlier that day, I learned Peg had fallen at the opening reception the night before.  She was in ICU.  She died later that day.  It was not the way I wanted to begin General Assembly.

Peg was one of the first people I met when I moved to Arlington, VA.  She was one of those wise people everyone is blessed to have in their lives.  She spoke the truth; she challenged the status quo; she taught me not to take crap; she modeled kindness and grace and love.  She was one of the most welcoming, open, trusting people I have ever had the privilege to know.  When the Arlington church went on their wild and faithful journey, Peg was a staunch supporter and one of my greatest encouragers.  And every sentence, every movement, every word, every action was punctuated with her wry smile and bright lit eyes.  I will miss her.

That Peg died at General Assembly seems somehow appropriate if there can be an appropriate time to die.  She was in the midst of what she loved and what caused her heart gladness.  And while I am here this week, I will lift up her name and look at all this wild faithful craziness of the Presbyterian world through her eyes.

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