Rev. Sylvia Howe and Charles E Wainwright A Sermon Delivered at First Parish Church in Beverly on September 16, 2001
As many of you know, each week Charlie Wainwright leaves his family in Topsfield and travels to Washington, DC where he works. His spouse, Candy tells me he is doing his part to make the Internal Revenue Service a kinder, more compassionate institution. Charlie was at work when the plane hit the Pentagon. I have asked him to be a part of this service. The words he speaks are ones he wrote while in his apartment in Washington.
I begin with the words of Loren Eiseley. They are from “Singers of Life”:
“…on the edge of a little glade with one long, crooked branch extending across it, I had sat down to rest with my back against a stump. Through accident I was concealed from the [...]