Quaker funeral

Quakers seem to be very practical, peace loving, and TOUGH! Irma and I went to a funeral at a Friends Meeting today. Some close friends of ours, his mother passed away and she was Quaker. It was held at the original meeting house in Easton, Maryland. Built in 1684 and never updated. No heat, no electricity, no plumbing. Many of the window panes are still the old ones that look like glass that was poured in a basement somewhere. I didn't see a single nail, all the beams were joined with wood pegs. If it was 40 degrees outside, it was 38 inside. The congregation still meets there to this day. We sat in silence for about 30 minutes and then went outside to the gravesite. The deceased obviously loved her meeting and the quaker family. She was burried behind the meeting house. I gazed out at the various tombstones that were obviously hundreds of years old. Some broken in half, many covered with moss, most unreadable. As one of the sons gave a very warm and loving eulogy, he mentioned that one of his mother's loves was birds. Right at that point, a large flock of Canada Geese flew over, honking their call of flight as they went. I couldn't help but wonder, how many of those laid to rest there were ushered on in the same way, hundreds of years ago. God uses what he will.