So, while you travel about in the warmth of the summer season, remember that there is One who looks down from the window of heaven with the impatience of the gardener to see what growth, what change will His planting bring forth.

As I sat before the Altar of Repose, I thought about this vision. What could it mean? As I prayed, this is what I heard.

Yet as tragic as this story is, the sorrow is much deeper. For Mr. Pretti’s death raised our thoughts of revenge. An “eye for an eye” ran through my mind.

Strange as it may seem, I began to think about grace. Not unlike the hole in the Swiss cheese, grace has little form.