Two weeping cherry trees stand opposite each other on the grounds of my church. One has been there for nearly twenty years. It was a gift from the town, part of a Holocaust memorial project that plants a tree at a school or place of worship each year.
The other tree is much younger. It’s there for Charlotte—a little girl who six years ago received the Eucharist for the first time, along with the rest of her second-grade class. Just two days after that, while she and her mother were...
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