Sometimes…

we forget that the older people in our parishes, the ones who struggle to hear or come to the Eucharist with a walker are also often the ones that bequeathed us the gift of our church. Theirs was a time when they paid the bills, sang in the choir, taught the children, and kept the community together through thick and thin. Consider them quaint sometimes, or a relic from another era and we miss the point. They did what they could in the time when they were strong and we owe them at least the thanks of our acknowledgement for how their lives have blessed ours.