Alone in the Pew
Last week, he came early. Dressed well as always, though perhaps bent a little farther than before, he took a bulletin and made his way to the pew he and his wife had occupied this past year when getting up to the altar became too hard. Walking further into the church didn't seem worth the effort when speakers let him hear the sermon and the priest would bring communion to them where they sat. Sitting there, he was soon surrounded by people coming by to say hello and to inquire after his health. When the first chords of the prelude began, the small crowd dispersed to their various seats, leaving him alone in the pew once more. At the Peace, our congregation likes to greet each other. Sometimes it's somewhat abbreviated and other times it goes on for a while. This week it was somewhere in the middle. Long enough that I could make my way to his pew and wish him peace. As I shook his hand and looked into his eyes, I could see the sadness and...