Harry Machtan: Funeral Homily, September 18, 2026

Harry’s Song

Since the 4th century, the church has sung of this moment…

The song of Simeon, 

…the moment old Simeon takes the Christchild into his arms and sings

Now you are dismissing your servant in peace,
according to your word,
for my eyes have seen your salvation which you have prepared for all peoples.

A song of blessing, a moment of deep meaning, of fulfillment.

Simeon lived by the words of Psalm 84, 

I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of the Lord.

The honor standing at the door, of blessing those who enter….

Simeon’s gift, his blessing, is big-heartness, openness, wonder….

Welcome, we call it, a we see in those who do not cloak their hearts, who find deep meaning in blessing others, 

Who see Christ in all; who welcome all in Christ’s name.

Harry was our Simeon, the doorkeeper in this house of the Lord.

Generations of children were blessed by him, parent’s hearts warmed by his goodness.

To be greeted by Harry’s smile, to receive a bulletin from his hands, was to know the welcome God intends for all of us.

We might well imagine that his long career selling homes to families was also Simeon-like, a blessing.  

How he listened to their hopes and dreams, what they imagined for their families found welcome in Harry, they experienced what we knew and loved him for, that smile, that big-heartness that was such a gift to all of us.  

Some weeks ago, I asked Harry to add two ushers to collect our offerings; I suggested he invite children to help…

His eyes lit up, and with tenderness so essential to him, he helped our kids learn the honor of serving.

Harry made it a practice to be the last to receive Holy Communion, each time telling me who needed to receive communion from the pews.

That was Harry, looking out for others, making sure everyone was taken care of….

What we saw in him on Sundays in church; 
Harry lived Monday through Saturday in Baraboo.

That smile was always on his face, his heart was always open, the way he felt honored to greet and welcome at our doors was the same way he felt honored to greet and welcome people looking for homes.  

The Song of Simeon is the Song of Harry….

He lived it, we saw it, we experienced the openness and welcome God intends for all people when he handed us our bulletins and when he showed us our homes.

I like to think of Harry meeting St. Peter at the gates of Heaven.

St. Peter looking at him and seeing all the things that can be counted, number of bulletins he gave to us over the years, number of handshakes, number of offerings he collected, number of times he helped serve Holy Communion, number of families living in homes he found for them, number of sporting events and birthdays and family celebrations he brightened, number of dogs he loved…

And all that cannot be counted but was essential to Harry, that smile, that openness, that welcome.

St. Peter saying, “Well Harry, we need someone to stand at the gate and welcome newcomers, show them around a bit.

Old Simeon here will help you get started…

Harry’s eyes lighting up, that shining smile, taking his place next to Simeon where he now belongs, in heaven as on earth, blessing and welcoming all in Christ name for eternity.

JoAnn Tangney: Funeral Homily, September 17, 2026

Mark 5:24-34

Healing

When we hear the story of the healing of this woman we tend to focus on the end, the moment she is healed.

But there are twelve years of suffering before this moment.

And of these twelve years, we are told only that she has endured much under many physicians, that she has spent all she has and was no better but rather grew worse.

We know nothing about how she spent her time during those twelve years of suffering.

Whether she sat at home doing nothing, listless, inactive, succumbing to despair

Or whether she had a family, children to care for, a house to organize; whether she cooked meals for them, found any pleasure in twelve years of suffering.

JoAnn suffered for many years too, and perhaps her the way she lived her life helps us to see in new ways.

Suffering didn’t define JoAnn.  

Though it limited her, it did not stop her from enjoying life but rather sharpened in her a sense of fight and of focus.

She did what she loved and what brought her deep pleasure.

Cooking splendid meals from scratch, without measuring, drawing on what she had been given her, passed down to her from her foremothers.  

How to set a table and gather around it, how to savor life around the table, family gathered with all the foolishness and joy that goes along with it.  

Life on a farm is a family affair, and JoAnn tended to that life also, bottle feeding calves and mucking about in her barn boots rain and shine.

She loved being with people; suffering didn’t change this.

She loved meeting people, getting to know the regulars, sharing stories and the news of the day.

Yes, she suffered and for too long, but suffering did not define her; she would not let it be the story of who she was as a person, who she was for her family, who she was in this community.  

No, she found a way to thrive despite all of that, and her family will tell you that she was a lot more than the illness she suffered, 

that when the diagnosis was bad news, she did not withdraw but focused on the life she loved, the people she loved, the people who say she was strong and resilient and undaunted.

She too suffered much at the hands of physicians, and got better sometimes, but over time grew worse.

But though she grew worse, she chose the better, 

to thrive through giving to her family, to celebrate the grandkids she loved so well; they tell JoAnn’s story, of how strong she was, how much fun she was, how she found ways to make all their lives better right on through her own suffering.  

In the end, the story of the woman whose years of suffering end when she reaches out and touches Jesus is also JoAnn’s story.

For both, the end is a beginning.

The end of suffering is healing.

One woman reaches out and touches Jesus’s clothes, but there are many ways to reach out, many forms of touch–

And in all of them, in the end…there healing begins.

Food and laughter and good hard work, the ways now we, as JoAnn did in her life, reach out to one another, take care of one another, give our lives to loving no matter our own suffering.

…in all of this there is healing, and by faith we believe that in this end, in the end of JoAnn’s suffering, she is healed.

She begins a new life, and so do we.

Thanks be to God.  

Anointing

NICOLE SMITH FUNERAL HOMILY

We remember the story of the unnamed woman who pours perfume on Christ’s head. While others call her wasteful, we know that she was extravagant and beautiful.  As the unnamed woman annointed Christ for burial, so we were anointed by Nicole’s extravagance and beauty.