Why We’re Paying for a Buddhist Funeral
Today was both heart wrenching and eye opening for me. This morning as I sat in church my phone began to ring. I didn’t recognize the number and so I pushed the button to dismiss it. It rang again and I repeated. Again and again this happened. Finally after the 8th time I stepped outside to answer it. I frequently get calls from street families. Usually its not super important. Such and such child has a fever and needs paracetamol, or little Bob needs to be excused from