The service was nice. The minister spoke this year; in the past, women who were close to home on the issue of trans-violence spoke. She added details to most of the people pictured in the bulletin.
They recited a few lines from Benedictus, a marvellous song by The Strawbs.
There was a table with a candle for each victim of fatal violence. They had different members of the congregation recite each victim's name and snuff out the candles. Then each candle was re-lit.
There was a snack after the service. We didn't stay. I did stop for a minute to speak to the minister, who remembered me from previous years.
I can't understand how someone can harm or kill someone else simply because they're living their lives.
I've tried.
Friday, December 6, 2013
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Maybe finding some common frame of reference with those who mindlessly hate is the hardest part.
ReplyDeleteA fit thing to ponder as we mourn the loss of Madiba.