Yesterday we went to Wayne’s funeral.

Wayne was the brother of a close mate of mine who died last week when he collided with a truck while riding his motorbike.

His brother Graeme decided he was going to take the funeral – a pretty gutsy effort – and he did an amazing job. It was one of the best funerals I have been at, given the tragic circumstances of Wayne’s death. Graeme led it with real heart, honesty and courage. It was a real tribute to his bother.

In his message Graeme said “Wayne didn’t fit church – but in my opinion that probably says more about church than it does about Wayne”

As a body builder, bouncer, tatt covered all round tough guy – with a heart of gold, Wayne struggled to fit in a local church.

How come?…

It picked up on the question I found myself asking last week, “If Wayne is in heaven (which we are pretty sure of) then how can he ‘fit’ there but not fit in church?’