Funeral Homily for Hobart Manley-The Rev Melanie Lemburg
Funeral Homily_Hobart Manley
November 8, 2023
Shortly after Hobart died, I got a text
from his long-time friend and fellow parishioner, Bobby Minis. The text said, “I’ve got a story about Hobart
that you can tell in church.” I was
immediately intrigued by the implications:
that there are lots of OTHER Hobart stories that I probably shouldn’t
tell in church. (I got to hear some of
those, too, from other parishioners and especially entrusted to me by Marilyn
and Margie. In fact, a lot of their stories would end with them saying, “Oh,
but you can’t tell that one in church!”)
So here’s the Hobart story that I CAN
tell in church. Bobby and Margaret Minis
moved in next door to Hobart and Marilyn when their youngest daughter Florence
was around 2. The Manleys’ kids were
already grown and out of the house, and Hobart and Florence became special
friends. He’d call her “ding-a-ling,”
and she’d call him “ding-a-ling plug”. They
became friends as Hobart would often be out in the Manleys’ front yard hitting
golf balls. One Christmas, Florence got
a set of golf clubs on Christmas morning, and her parents later discovered that
she had disappeared. They looked out
their window and they saw Florence, out in the Manleys’ front yard with her
child-sized golf club in hand and Hobart in his pajamas and bathrobe with his
arms wrapped around her teaching her how to hold the club. That’s the kind of man he was.
There was just an easiness about him--a
sort of shy charm. He’d often try to
catch my eye in church and give me a little wave. He was simultaneously a “man’s man” and also
a gentle, gentleman. Even at the end of
his life, he always tried to stand up when his hospice nurses came into the
room, and one of the last things he said to me was “you look real nice today”
with that Hobart twinkle in his eye even though he could barely get the words
out. It goes without saying that he was
a phenomenal golfer, but he also knew how to bait people just enough that he
won a lot of money off of a lot of people on the golf course. (Marilyn, I hope that’s ok to say in church? I’m sure he always tithed his winnings…).
Hobart brought a kind of quiet
faithfulness to all areas of his life—in how he loved his family and his
friends, in his marriage with Marilyn—they’ve been a study for me in how
faithfulness and care evolve in a marriage with time, coupled with a deep sense
of joy and of fun together. And he brought
that same kind of quiet faithfulness in his relationship with God and his life
here in this church. When he could no
longer make it inside to church, he and Marilyn came on their golf cart to the
outside service just about every single week.
When he got confused, he’d let us help him so good-naturedly.
We gather today to remember Hobart and
to give thanks for the presence of this exceptional man in all of our lives. And we gather today, even as we mourn his
loss among us, to remember the hope of our calling. That death is not the end but a change. That through his death and resurrection,
Jesus has made a path for us and gone before us to prepare a place for us at
his side at God’s heavenly banquet in God’s eternal life. There’s such comfort, too, in the readings
that Hobart’s family have selected, a reminder that even as old age seems to
unmake us, that in our new life in the kingdom of God, we will be fully
restored, renewed day by day, at home not in our aging bodies but in our faith,
cloaked in the glory of our creation as God’s beloved.
The hope of our faith is that we will
all be fully restored together in God’s eternal life; that we will be reunited
with Hobart and all those we love who have gone before us. And I like to think that Hobart is waiting
for us to join him by playing lots of heavenly golf and winning lots of
heavenly money off his old golfing friends who have gone before.
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