Ministering in a rural area gives me interesting opportunities, this weekend I participated in a memorial service for a soldier who was lost behind enemy lines in World War II.
His nephew, who has been keeping up the small family cemetery that is on a hill overlooking a branch of the Tennessee river, wanted to put up a monument to him and as he researched it and planned things discovered that there had never been a memorial service for him. So this past Saturday his family and friends (few of whom knew Harmon Hastings) gathered in this country cemetery, accompanied by an honor guard to remember his sacrifice.