I came across a wonderful story about a London parish church during the Blitz, which was all set up for the annual Harvest Thanksgiving Service next day. The front of the church was filled with whatever foodstuffs were still available, and pride of place was given to a sheaf of golden wheat, symbolising Christ, the bread of life. But that night the church and everything in it was destroyed in an air raid, and the dispay was soon forgotten during the long winter that followed. But when Spring came people noticed shoots growing in the midst of the rubble that had once been a church. By autumn those shoots had grown into more golden wheat, reminding the people of London that good is greater than evil, life is greater than death, and nothing, not even the evil of war, can overcome the eternal reality of faith, hope and love.