Sound traveled far across the frozen lake that lay between a church and a convalescent home. A sick man, wearing only a hospital gown and no shoes, walked three miles in the dark to the church, where hymns were being sung.

When the frail man appeared in the doorway, the congregation’s singing trailed off. Everybody turned to look, waiting for him to speak.

“Do you all think you could hold it down a little?” the man asked.

Then he turned. Headed back.

Bio: Daryl Scroggins