My dear friends of the Still Small Voice: “LORD, You have been our dwelling place [our refuge, our sanctuary, our stability] in all generations.” Psalm 90:1 This letter comes with loving greetings from Jay and me. This month, I will share some of the insights and experiences we have come to treasure here. First of all, an 80-year-old priest who broke his hip lay in a Canadian hospital, and the Doctor suggested he choose death instead of surgery. He refused to join the 17,0000 who have already been euthanised there. Pay attention, Canada is not alone. Thankfully, the elderly are respected here in Greece. Driving through our local village, friends call out ‘Papou’ (Grandpa) with a friendly wave. Yaya is an endearing term for Granma, and little children usually give me a welcoming smile, which warms my heart. Farmer’s Market: On Thursday, the farmers’ market spreads out along the edge of the sea. Flocks of gulls float nearby, making their racket along with everyone else. The aroma of strong black Greek coffee and roasted souvlaki …