Last week a homeless man arrived at the church to find a place to rest and warm.  He may have been an angel unaware and we gave him coffee with some bread.  As he ate he told us his story.  He asked us if we felt pain and we said that we did indeed.  There was a holiness to the meeting.  That our church would be a refuge to a sad man whose life had taken a terrible series of turns was a great joy to me.  We all are a dozen or less choices away from being in his place. The meal we gave him was a simple one and the meal we have on sundays is a simple one as well. They are connected. Do this in remembrance of me.