Matt wore this cross for worship every week, and it hung in the closet with his robes and stoles. We could tell where the closet had been, and started digging in that area. It seems the falling ash formed an insulating barrier for the closet’s contents, as we found choir robes and Mardi Gras (excuse me, “Shrove Tuesday”) decorations in reasonably good condition (for what they’d been through) and, digging deeper, even uncovered a section of hardwood floor, looking shiny and polished! We found the remnants of Matt’s two robes and knew it had to be right there, since the cross hung around the hanger of whichever robe he’d worn most recently. The fabric had several large chunks of melted plastic from the hanger stuck to it, and Matt examined the chunks briefly before tossing the robe aside. I picked it up to examine more closely, and saw a bit of pewter jutting out of the blobby black mass. “Found it!” I exclaimed. “Yep—that’s it,” Matt concurred.
Sure enough, that did the trick, and our buried treasure was restored to us. The finish is blackened in places, but the detail is all there.
On the front: Alpha and Omega, a dove, a chalice and wafer, and two fish.
Here's to the third millenium of Christ's Church, and to the third century (well, almost) of Bethlehem UMC. May we follow God's calling wherever it may lead.
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