March 20, 2025

We had incredible storms yesterday … and the wind and wet snow greet us this morning. I get into my truck to come to the church. I Iook back at my house, which once again has been spared. And my soul aches for those who have lost so much. Homes and dreams shattered. I get a text from a friend, whose wife has been diagnosed with cancer … and now they face the uncertainty of what lies ahead. l park my truck in front of the church … unlock the door … go into our humble sanctuary to pray. For people I know. For people I don’t know. So thankful for a humble place to hear the “sound of silence.” So thankful we have each other … so we don’t have to face the future alone. So thankful that we are taught to care for and pray for each other … even tho’ we may not get the answer we want. I think of the words we will share in our prayer tonight and Sunday morning ——- “Yes, Lord, you have risen. You have “risen” in the hearts and a souls of each one of us. When I feel “beat-up” … you raise me up. When I’m down, you pick me up. And … in the midst of ordinary days … you strengthen me with the humility and majesty of your spirit.” It hurts to care. It can hurt to be a deeply caring person. But … it’s who we are. And caring and praying do make a difference. Peace Don