Something happened at church on Wednesday evening. Candles were lit. Prayers were offered. Tears were shed. Communion was taken. Fragrant oil was touched on each person's forehead. Community was built. Lives were touched. It was a Service of Memories -- A Service of Healing. For all who were there, and now for any of you who are reading, I offer once more these closing words.

Hope means to keep living

amid desperation

and to keep humming

in the darkness.

Hoping is knowing that there is love,

it is trust in tomorrow

it is falling asleep

and waking again

when the sun rises.

In the midst of a gale at sea,

it is to discover land.

In the eyes of another

it is to see that you are understood ...

As long as there is still hope

There will also be prayer ...

And you will be held

in God's hands.

Henri Nouwen in With Open Hands

Blessings -

Pastor Kris