It was a bitter cold day, and we were huddled together in an attempt to stay warm. The bagpipes echoed in the distance soothing each soul with a rendition of Amazing Grace. In spite of the icy drizzle falling and the sadness in each of our hearts at the tragic loss of a man we all loved, there was a warmth in our midst. As the graveside service came to an end, a friend with the voice of an angel led us in singing…

Every New Year’s Day I read back through my quiet time journal from the previous year. It takes a while, but what else does one have to do on New Year’s Day? Thanksgiving and Christmas are behind us, and the day is often quiet and still. It is a good time to sit, read, reflect, and remember.