Tony Campolo tells the story
of going to a funeral home to pay his respects to the family of an
acquaintance. By mistake he ended up in the wrong parlor. It held the body of
an elderly man, and his widow was the only mourner present. She seemed so
lonely that Campolo decided to stay for the funeral. He even drove with her to
the cemetery.
At the end of the graveside
service, as he and the woman were driving away, Campolo finally confessed that
he had not known her husband. “I thought as much,” said the widow. “I didn’t
recognize you. But it doesn’t really matter.” She squeezed his arm so hard that
it hurt. “You’ll never ever know what this means to me.”[1]
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