A friend passed away a few days ago and his funeral mass was today. I guess my friend was just passing through the land. In the ancient times a journey might be through the dusty and lonely places of a desert.
Perhaps through a luscious garden. What is our desert? the loneliness of our high tech society?
Fortunately our friend was not alone in his journey. Today we prayed and wished him well on his journey across time and space into the unknown. On this cold and snowy day it was a peaceful and quiet