T. Hunton Leith, Jr.

I am sorry for your loss. If there is anything we can do to help let us know. I didn’t ever meet your dad. Maybe I saw him that time Tim Germer and I went to Redskin’s game . We sat in your seats, and you sat in better seats that someone let you borrow. I hope your mother can find consolation from the many good years she had with your dad. I was reading about our condition as men. Blaise Pascal said that man’s misery is the misery of a nobleman, the misery of a dethroned king. Calvin quotes St. Bernard in his ” INSTITUTES ” Man doubtless had been made subject to vanity – man has been reduced to nothing – man is nothing. How is he nothing, to whom a divine heart has been given? Let us breathe again brethren. Although we are nothing in our hearts, perhaps something of us may lurk in the heart of God. O Father of mercies! Father of the miserable! How plantest Thou Thy heart in us? Where Thy heart is, there is thy treasure also. When I think about death I like to remind myself about how Jesus and St. Paul referred to the saints who have fallen asleep.