The minister needed no holy water to make the flock know he
loved them, he just stood there and held his hands in the air, and they knew,
their eyes looking up with hope, not of salvation so much as understanding, he
glowing a little in his white and gold vestment, while I stood to one side
taking in whatever rays bounced off those others. Sometimes, we deserve no
more, but certainly, we deserve no less, blessed by something beyond our
comprehension, knowing that in the end all will turn out right, despite all we
do to the contrary, and that’s all any of us can hope for.