I love James Pope. He was always in the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing. My memories of James include him standing at the entrance to the chapel with a smile and handshake as I entered with my family to worship each Sunday morning. Honorably blessing the sacrament with his best friend Blake, handling the sacred emblems with solemn care and blessing them with a clear and exact voice. Standing over a hot skillet In the cool morning of our scout campsite with spatula in hand, cooking a pile of hashbrowns for the group. Yes, my forever memories are all of James in acts of service. He exemplified what a disciple of a Christ should be and helped me feel closer to Him because of his example.