BB NOTE: Some of you may not know, but I spent much of my childhood around Charleston, South Carolina. The family lived on James Island in the mid-1960s and then – after a sojourn in Connecticut – returned to Mt. Pleasant in the early 1970s. In 1973 we went West and did not return to the East until college. We remember the old rickety Cooper River Bridge when it was only two lanes. We also remember moving into our home on Shem Creek in a hurricane. Tonight we’re reflecting on that extraordinary place called Charleston and knowing that there are many who are bewildered and troubled by the decision made today by the Presiding Bishop. We pray, as we hear the rain falling outside our own windows here in Virginia, that the mercy of the Lord will reign down upon our brothers and sisters in the Diocese of South Carolina and to Mark Lawrence and his family. The songs above came to mind as we pondered the events of the day – and the photos reflect the beauty of that land. But the most beautiful part of South Carolina are the people. The Lord be with you all.