Last evening Peg and I went to my 60th high school class reunion. When I got there … one of the members of the committee asked if I would read the names of those who have died during this time. As I read the names … the room became very silent. About 60 of our classmates have left us. Something “welled up” inside of me as I read the names. Why them and not me? Did they leave this world with a sense of peace and contentment.? Are they “watching us” from above, and smiling a bit at how much we have aged? Most of all there was a feeling of grace and gratitude … for the times we all shared and for the time and moments still to come. l looked at Fred, all state wrestler and football player … sitting in his wheelchair next to his wife. I paused briefly when I read the name of Bob Vandenberg — sports writer for the Chicago Tribune, who endured the challenge of living with Lou Gehrig’s disease. This morning I carry them in my heart … as I carry each of you in my heart —–knowing that our calling each day is to live with the spirit of a humble carpenter deep inside our soul. Kindness has power …. memories have power. For as long as we are privileged to live another day … may we use our time and humble gifts to bring a bit of joy into someone else’s journey. Almost time for church …. and YOU ARE THE CHURCH. Peace to all — Don