Such a contrast: last Sunday, I was still driving on a freeway in California to attend Service, surrounded by speeders going who knows where in their silly hurry. A bit jet lagged, having arrived a few days ago in Germany, I am slowly acclimating. It’s great to see my brothers after two long years. This morning, as yellow smiling buttercups greeted me, I made my way to one of the small villages in Haunetal to my favorite little church. Just a few cars on the road, otherwise, wonderful peace everywhere. The ringing of the church bells could be heard in the distance, as I entered the small village with its half-timbered houses. An idyllic Sunday morning. Some large red unfolded poppies caught my eye — a sure sign of summer, and a few people from the village walking to church. I closed my eyes in the bright sun, soaking in the early morning and happy to go to Service. Thank you God for this beautiful day.