This morning I preached at St. Johns Episcopal Church and spoke of finding our way home. The great composer, Thomas Dorsey, wrote these words when the sudden death of his wife shook all the foundations of his life:

Precious Lord, take my hand,
lead me on, help me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
lead me on to the light
precious Lord, take my hand, lead me home.

We all face many storms in life and have the opportunity to emerge stronger. It helps when we have friends to support us and a loving God who is always present with us. May the hope of these words lead us home to a deeper intimacy with the divine, ourselves and one another.