An Ecclesiastes weekend

A dear friend was lost this weekend, and we feel so far, far away from his family. The only thing that makes sense to me at the moment is Romans 8: Who hopes for what he already has? But if we hope for what we do not yet have...In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.

On the one hand, this loss makes everything lose it's flavor; on the other hand, it makes each moment taste ever more sweet. That's what Todd would have said...taste this moment, taste it deep, make sure you do in this moment what you are meant to. If that is true, why does it seem so bitter today, so meaningless? It is an Ecclesiastes day, that is sure.

The fountain at Crown Center in downtown Kansas City.

It sure felt warmer before we danced in the fountain!

Watching trains enter Union Station outside of Jack Stack in downtown KC.