02/15/2026
Today, we celebrated the life of Starla Lowry, singing worship songs she loved and hearing unique stories that only Laura could tell as a "sister," which Starla called her. I heard things I never knew, things that made me wish I knew Starla better.
When I think of Starla, I think of the question, what would Jesus do? Or say? Or think?
And by extension, what if Jesus haunted a human form and sat among us? Could we tell who among us was He?
As I sat through today's service, I thought of my most extensive one-on-one encounter with Starla. Turned out, we were the only two people who came to a weeknight prayer session. If memory serves, they were on Tuesdays. We sat at a table in the fellowship hall, held hands and prayed together.
I felt the presence of a Godly comfort. A disarming comfort. A safe comfort, more so than I've felt with any other soul in any church I've attended in my 60 years of living.
Her face was well worn, and she came in a form some would scorn, but wouldn't it be so like Jesus to take on such a form? Her presence was the nearest human approximation to a Godly presence I've sensed.
If He ever sat among us at FCC, then she was He. That comfort, that safe feeling would be how I imagine it to feel with Him.
