One of our oldest members, Dean, died very recently. We praise God for his life, and ask God’s special blessing, comfort, and grace on his wife, two daughters, and his son.
One of our monastic customs is to take turns keeping vigil with the coffin in the church, for the day and night before the funeral. On Sunday, as all 250+ of us were accompanying the body of this faithful one into the church, I happened to look up through the great doors and see the bronze Angel of the Church of the Transfiguration looking down on us from atop the bell tower. I was suddenly struck with the type of awe and gratitude that sometimes comes in these “thin places” in life. There must, indeed, be holy ones keeping watch over all of us together, and each of us personally. Our weakness and strength, our sin and repentance, our joys and sorrows, our deepest sickness and our God-given health, are all gathered into Christ’s infinite love – bringing us, each one, safely home.