It was a busy weekend, with a triple baptism at the morning worship, followed by lunch and fellowship and then a memorial to celebrate the life and ministry of a church member who died about a year ago. In the midst of school, regular church doings, and the Archives, I had never verified with the family, and so they were surprised to hear from me Saturday. But the daughters came, and even reached their mom's dearest friend.
I don't know how the rush and confusion affected them--they were gracious and forgiving to me. It seemed a good service, and I have hopes that it was healing for many who came.
Baptisms and memorials. Both there and in between...we try to walk with God.
67 days to the flight to Taizé. I am not sure what my prayer is tonight. Maybe just for a good night's rest, and a chance to not work for a day.
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