Dave’s Uncle Jerry passed in July, and we traveled to Port Huron for his service. It was a sweet and tender send-off.
What gave me solace were these tiny windows that flanked the altar. Knowing a little bit about the art of creating stained glass windows, I was charmed by their simplicity and their whimsy. How many children have passed a sermon staring at the balloons, or made up a story about that butterfly?
I certainly don't know the stories behind these windows, but I'd like to.
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