meeting God

I just finished a memorial service for someone I never knew. He was young -- 65 -- and a member of the community, though not at all associated with the church. I'm used to leading memorial services for church members, but it was really interesting to lead one for a stranger. The church was packed -- close to 80 people there and only 5 church members. And I got to wondering, as I often do when I don't know the person, how he might have experienced God in his life. It doesn't sound like he ever entered a church. He was a Harley Davidson rider and a nature lover (hunter and fisher). And I got to thinking . . . ya know, God meets us wherever we are. He seemed to live in response to having seen a bit of the Blessing too. He lived 9 years longer than his doctor expected him too. In return he took his neighbor to the store and to the doctor; he drove his wife to work and waved at all of her fellow workers, he drove to the hospital to help his older brother pull through 8 weeks of intense pain after a motorcycle accident. And while I don't believe the gospel of Jesus Christ is about works, I do believe it is about grace and as such, I believe the way of Christ can meet us wherever we happen to be. And I believe that the works we do reflect the fact that God's love has touched us, and changed us. So where is he today? Like I can really say . . . but I believe he's in the arms of God. Aren't we all?