Sunday morning as I was getting ready for church, my phone started beeping its signal for text messages. To my dismay, when I checked it, I found pictures of the chapel where I used to attend church in Cambridge up in flames. Since then I've had the chance to talk to friends--those still in Boston and beyond. I know I'm just one "generation" of people who have loved the Longfellow Park chapel, and there is something comforting and healing to know that people far and wide are mourning the loss of a place so dear to our hearts. Thankfully, everyone got out safely, and some paintings, books, and important documents were saved. My friends in Boston have all talked about the shock, disbelief, and then unifying feelings they've experienced as they work through this tragedy. I'm grateful that our faith, friendship, and memories will remain even if the place itself is gone. And I do hope that out of ashes, hope and resilience can rise up.
