I was recently made aware of the passing of a former schoolmate from Junior High. We attended the same grade and had some common friends, but we were not personally close.
Ireland~800 AD The rich, melodious voices rose up together in unison. The high vaulted stone walls echoed and rebounded the graceful song. In the church, hundreds of candles lighted the vaulted chamber giving it a holy, almost ethereal beauty. One by one, the hooded monks walked slowly into the chapel, their chant filling the air.
"At least look good before you die," says the world to its kinsmen. "We have here no lasting kingdom."
Stop denying, the earth is dying Stop denying, trees are dying...
I am so full of joy I could almost shed tears at the thought of being in the family of God