An old member of our church passed away last Saturday night. During his last few weeks, I saw him weaken. The ECW (our women’s organization here at the church) even arranged for a caregiver to assist him. Although I haven’t been in this church for a long time to know him, he was one brave man. He died after his son arrived from the US. Even in a wheelchair he comes to church. Even when he walks limping, he fought the difficulty of walking.. I see him after the service sit beside the church office door, sometimes unaware of what’s happening, but I know he feels it. He feels his surrounding, with children running around, parishioners in their usual conversations, the smell of coffee served as hospitality of the church..the lovely fountain in the center of the church area. I know he lived his life well.

May your soul rest in peace Mr. Murray.