A light rain fell yesterday at Westminster Gardens where the body of sixteen year old Clete Childs was interred.
While standing there in the misty rain, I turned to my friends David and Christine, and said "Clete's life was redemptive. Everywhere he went, he pushed back the darkness." They nodded in agreement. Clete, through his minstry of hugs, engaged everyone around him and reclaimed enemy occupied territory by giving away joy.
Clete's funeral is the most distinctive funeral I have ever attended and perhaps will ever attend.