The funeral director called and said that a former member of the church had died — a suicide. It was my first funeral. I didn’t know anyone in the room, yet I stood to offer them a word from the Lord. Now who was I? This much I knew for sure: I was more to them than David Fisher, the recent seminary graduate. To these people I was “something,” and they expected something. Yet I wasn’t sure of what that “something” was, and they probably weren’t either.