The Magazine of The Evangelical Lutheran Church in America


Marching to hope

Whether they know it or not, our community is changed by our procession

The day is overcast and cool. Rain threatens. We walk down Lincoln Street--Sitka, Alaska's main road. My liturgical assistant leads the procession, carrying a cross. I walk behind her wearing a cope. The hearse bearing Margaret's body follows me. Behind it walk family and friends.

I carry my walking stick, carved for me by John, Margaret's husband, a Tlingit native. I admired one of his carvings while visiting Margaret two years ago. Several weeks later they gave me this gift. Fashioned from fire-hardened Sitka spruce, the stick has a band of red and black Tlingit carvings. Beneath the carvings are two symbols made of brass brads: an orb and cross and a fish. On top perches an eagle, its wings partly unfurled.

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