I saw the dead (Revelations 20:1-4, 11-21:2)

  In London’s Westminster Abbey, there’s a tiny chapel called St George’s Chapel. It was built as a memorial to Londoners who lost their lives during the air raids of World War II.

Inside the chapel are four large books. These books contain the names of over 60,000 air-raid victims. One book lies open and on it shines a light illuminating the page of names.

Each day the page is turned, revealing a new set of names. As you read them you have no way of knowing whether the person whose name you are reading was rich or poor, young or old, handsome of ugly, black, white or brown.

Nor dies it matter. All that matters is what each person became in the course of living his or her life on earth.

st. michael's parish, remuera, auckland new zealand