Last night, our community grieved another loss. Following the memorial service, members of our small town lined up along Main Street with candles in hand.
Our intent was to send a message to the young people in our community: You are not alone, and hope is sometimes much, much closer than it seems.
As we stood together last night amidst the chill of the changing seasons, the wind would occasionally snuff out our candles.
So we would turn to each other and ask for a bit of help. We would reach out to the stranger next to us and ask, "Can I use your light to rekindle my own?"
Together, we lit up Main Street.
We may look to the news and see plenty of cause for despair. But what if we look instead to each other?
What if we find in each other the thing we've been looking for all along?