The stories that my grandfather told me when I was younger are hazy, or forgotten. What I know now about his life I have only read, or heard from others. But, I can clearly recall how he lived his life, at least within the years that I witnessed: I have never seen him raise his voice in anger. I have never seen him tap his foot in impatience. I have never seen him eat a graham cracker without applesauce. I have never seen him covet more than he deserved, and I have never seen the circumstantial phase him. …I have never seen his faith waiver. Whether you believe in it or not, faith is why this church is here today, and even though his body is gone, my grandfather's faith is why this church is full.