And it was true when our boys died. Kay and I had moved to Atlanta many years before to be a part of this church. We had sold a house, ended a job, and made the move because of a unique spirit of love we saw in this congregation. As our friends arrive, we stand silently and hug each other. Hardly a word is exchanged.
Words only get in the way.
It is one of those moments in time when there is too much communication going on to interrupt it with words. If I could give one gift to every sufferer in the world, it would be the gift of an extended family of loving brothers and sisters. When we moved to Atlanta to become part of this church family, I had said that it seemed the kind of congregation where I wanted my boys to grow up. They did grow up there. And it was good for them.