Just a quick word today about what people of faith should be -- and sometimes actually are -- doing.
Last week I received a note from "a group of ladies" at First United Methodist Church of Huntsville, Ala. The church web site shows this lovely picture.
The women in the church had read a column of mine in the Huntsville Times. It was about how life emerges from death, and at the end of it I mentioned my late nephew, Karleton, who was killed on Sept. 11, 2001, as a passenger on the first plane to hit the World Trade Center.
This is what the note, signed by Marjorie Cone and others, said: "We meet once a week at our church...for fellowship, concerns, sharing tears and laughter, ending with exercise and lunch. It is our desire to reach out to you and your family in this small way. It is so little, yet as you read these names you will know people do care."
Thanks, Marjorie and Penny and Frankie and Evelyn. Thanks, Sally and Jean and Paula and Sally. Thanks, Karen and Marie and Kay and Ruth. Thanks, Annette and Barbara, Doris, Movolene and Rachel. Thanks, Katie and Wilma and Carolyn and Gene and Elizabeth and Margaret Anne.
This is what a family of faith does for others in the family.
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