This morning, the Seattle Times reports that a man my congregation knows well as a gifted musician and valued friend, though he doesn't live on the island, is missing after a Monday hike near Mt. Rainier.
Devin had played his flute for us on Sunday and his music was beautiful, transcendent, and even enhanced by the moment when, as the the prelude ended, a silvery peal of liquid notes glissando-ed into the air. I remember that my thought was "how did he do that on a flute? what a master!". I'm sure others wondered the same thing until Devin blushed, clapped his hand against his pocket, and drew out his cell phone. We, of course, appreciated the moment and laughed and cheered for him, since what else could we do?
The Everett newspaper further reports that Devin's wife had described him as despondent. I am hoping and praying for his safe return.