Saturday, March 16, 2013

"One Day"

Listening to this hymn this morning, I was transported back to a little church nestled in the heart of a tiny upstate NY farming community. Farmers, truck drivers, plumbers, electricians, factory workers, teachers, homemakers - we sat in wooden pews with threadbare cushions and were fed by a wise and gentle shepherd. We stood and sang our hearts out to the accompaniment of piano and organ - the old hymns filling the small sanctuary. The memory brings tears of gratitude.

Joining Sandy today to still my heart and soak in the words of a story that never grows old: