Last night I experienced my first Lithuanian holiday, All Saints Day. It is in a way like our memorial day. The tradition is to go to the cemetaries and place candles on the grave sites to remember those who have passed away. I wish I could adequately describe what I saw, felt, and encountered, but it is not possible to portray such an image in mere words. It is something that has to be experienced to understand the exquisiteness of it. One would have to see the thousands of candles lit over acres of forest in complete darkness, to hear the wind gusting through and rustling the leaves, and to feel the somber atmosphere brought on by remembering how each candle represents a life lived and legcy left behind, both good and bad. To wonder where all of these hundreds of souls are now? How many of them heard the gospel? How many refused the gospel? It makes one stop and ponder his own life, how it has been lived and how it should be lived.