Recently, the brother of a Mount sister
died unexpectedly, and the way the community responded was instructive.
Although the wake on Monday night and the funeral on Tuesday morning took place
in a town two hours away, three carloads of sisters traveled to the wake and two
carloads traveled to the funeral. Providing support and comfort to a sister and
her family far outweighed any concerns of distance, time, or inconvenience.

The occasion reminded me of the ending
of the poem Let Evening Come by Jane
Kenyon, in which the word “evening” could easily be a stand in for “death”:
Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.
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