A remark by the rector of our church, in this morning’s sermon, reminded me of visit I made in 1973 to the house of the Order of the Holy Cross in Santa Barbara, California. There I met Fr. John Walsted, who is an icon painter. Our talks made a deep impression on me, which sustained me through the dark years when we were realizing the full extent of our son Tom’s disability. I had the good fortune to meet him again in 2003, and to thank him for what he had said, and shown, three decades earlier.