Tangible Faith

Kobayashi Maru's vigil contunes, as does God's love:

The priest just left after a beautiful hour of prayer - silent and otherwise as the family stood and sat, all around his bed. Words flowed. Tears flowed. I felt the saints drawing near, beckoning gently, relaxing all tension in us as they all brush by in the room.

I cannot imagine another night. I fall asleep almost wherever I sit, only to wake to this nightmare from which we cannot really awake. This night, there is only one set of footprints in the sand. We are carried by Christ - forward ever forward. I have never felt so weak. I have never felt so strengthened by what I cannot see.