Lights in the Tunnel, A Sermon on Hope
Surrounded by Rachel W. It was Easter morning. My mom woke me up before the sun was even up. She took on this brave task because, the night before, I was crazy enough to agree to go to an Easter sunrise service with her. I rolled out of bed and threw something on. Just enough to be presentable. We arrived at the foot of the hill and parked among several other vehicles from church members. We greeted others as they arrived. Or at least, my mom greeted. I grunted. Then we started our hike. See, we weren’t just going to Easter sunrise service at our church, we were going to a sunrise service at the Peace Chapel. The Peace Chapel is owned by Juniata College but we know a guy so we were allowed to use it for services now and then for the church. It is situated at the center of an open field at the top of a large-ish hill. The chapel is a 40-foot circle composed of 53 rough-cut, salt-and-pepper blocks of granite. It’s a spectacular setting that overlooks the surrounding mountains and