As readers of this blog and parishioners will know Una KRoll died on 6th January 2017. In accordance with her wishes her funeral service took place at East Lancashire Crematorium on 3rd February.
Again, in accordance with Una's wishes I offered a Requiem Mass for her on 10th February. This was attended by a small number of parishioners and a good number of her friends whom she had worked alongside over the years.
Below is the homily I preached at the Requiem Mass
Whenever I sit down with families who
are bereaved to make preparations for the funeral liturgy I always ask them to
tell me something about the person who has died. I am often amazed at the number of things
that they managed to pack into their lives.
Today we gather to offer this Requiem Mass and
to pray for the repose of the soul of our sister Una Kroll: religious sister, medical
doctor, wife, mother, grandmother, campaigner on behalf of the marginalised,
ordained minister, spiritual director, confidante and friend to many. Una certainly packed a lot into her 91 years
for which we give thanks to God today.
As we gathered at the Crematorium last
week one cleric made the comment ‘Una has brought us all together, hasn’t
she?’ Una had that great ability to bring
people together – and often people who shared very different views from her own.
Those of you who knew Una, and those of
you who know me, will probably realise that we saw the world, politics and
certainly the Church in very different ways!!!
As I stood here week by week preaching at Sunday Mass I was always
conscious that Una was listening intently to what I had to say. On some occasions she would raise her head
and give me a hard stare. I was never
sure whether that was because I had given her a new insight into the
scriptures, or a different way of looking at something – or simply because she
disagreed with what I was saying!!!
Usually having had one of Una’s stares
at Mass, there would be a following email thanking me for what I had said or on
occasion, disagreeing with what I had said.
But even when disagreeing and at times, profoundly, there was always a respect
and a courteousness for my role as her Parish Priest.
Una’s decision to become a Roman
Catholic sent ripples across the Anglican Communion – how could one who
campaigned so ardently for the role of women and for their ordination to the
priesthood in the Anglican Communion possibly take such a step to become a Roman Catholic? There has to be more to it than she simply
wanted to stand alongside her sisters in the Roman Catholic Church. That ‘kindly light’ referred to by
another convert, Cardinal John Henry Newman, brought her to a unity of faith
within the harbour of our Holy Mother the Church.
In the laat few weeks of her life Una wrote an email Una to family and friends talking
about her then forthcoming funeral. In it she wrote 'I have also asked him [Fr
Francis] to come to the funeral, if he can, so as to be there as a
representative of my beloved Catholic Church. He is a special person in
my life as he holds very different views from myself as an ex Anglican priest,
now a Catholic, but we have great mutual respect and are reconciled to one
another's differences in God's Love where we find a unity, a unity that is not
presently possible on earth.
In the weeks before she died I visited
Una at the Franciscan Convent in Blackburn.
At that time I was able converse with her about many things, both
spiritual and temporal. I was also privileged to hear her confession and to celebrate with her, and for her, the Sacrament of the Sick. As we prayed together the prayers from the
ritual I was reminded of part of that lovely poem entitled Septuagesima by Sir John Betjemen.
I think it sums up Una’s life of faith as well as giving us who remain
something to ponder on.
And when it comes that I must die
I hope the Vicar’s standing by,
I won’t care if he’s “Low” or “High”
For he’ll be there to aid my soul
On that dread journey to its goal,
With Sacrament and prayer and Blessing
After I’ve done my last confessing.
And at that time may I receive
The Grace most firmly to believe,
For if the Christian’s Faith’s untrue
What is the point of me and you?
I hope the Vicar’s standing by,
I won’t care if he’s “Low” or “High”
For he’ll be there to aid my soul
On that dread journey to its goal,
With Sacrament and prayer and Blessing
After I’ve done my last confessing.
And at that time may I receive
The Grace most firmly to believe,
For if the Christian’s Faith’s untrue
What is the point of me and you?
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