The Face He Showed To The World
It had been a beautiful, unseasonably warm day. Not necessarily unusual for the first day of February but mind boggling when one takes into account how cold the past few days prior were. What wasn’t out of place on a day such as that was the Rev. Robert “Bob” Fritch standing on the steps outside of the church, greeting the few who were entering it and the dozens of passersby hurrying home from work. The smile on his face betrayed the deep sorrow inside of him. The twinkle in his eyes hid the turmoil of the past week. At exactly 8 p.m. he smoothed down the front of the beige robe he wore and entered the church with an even brighter smile.

The Rev. Robert Fritch Preaching On Easter Sunday, 2011. Photo: Taken From The Church's Website, www.oursavorjamaica.org. All Photos Are Contributed.
The Face He Couldn’t Hide
Inside, he sat still as he waited for the moment he had been dreading to arrive. When it did, he rose and sighed. It had indeed been a tough week. He spoke of a conversation he had with one of the members on December 17, 2011. He’d told her how relieved he was that there had been no deaths that Christmas season in his church. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead, he looked at the congregation, the twinkle in his eyes gone. Apparently, there had been nine deaths since that day in December. As he spoke of each death and what it meant to him, his voice grew more solemn and tinged with regret.
Finally, he pointed towards a giant projection screen that had been stationed in front of the pulpit and told us that we would be listening to a sermon about death by Pastor Harry Schenkel, who was well known by the congregation. When the Reverand took a seat and lifted his head to the screen there was a slight sheen in his eyes. Moments later, there was hardly a dry eye in the room.