"For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face . . . ." - I Corinthians 13:12The sidewalk begins to descend as the black granite wall flanking it grows like a crescendo in size. The volume of the crowd's musical chatter fades away into silence, in the presence of the names of the valiant dead. Just ahead, an old man touches a name on the wall with his hand, like a blind man reading braille. He closes his eyes as in prayer and bows his head. He must be remembering . . .communion with one long absent and yet so close in heart and mind. In this place, his solitude is respected by the crowd. Most who see him, recognize this place behind his closed eyes. We see our hand, in his hand, reaching out to touch, drawn to that name long absent . . . can it be that a mutual touch is shared, beyond the warmth of the sun warmed granite?
© Pastor Julia Will
It must be an incredibly moving experience to see this reminder of the valiant, Julia. I am glad Michael, John Michael and you could view it together and talk about the meaning of all the precious lives shed for us.
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