SUNDAY MORNING ADVENTURE

It was that kind of Sunday morning when one lays aside the usual practise of attending a church bounded by four walls. Now our church meets in a school theater that is void of stain glass windows, in fact there are no windows, organ pipes, or ornate carvings or statues, and yet it becomes a place to lay aside the busyness of life to center one's thoughts and participate in worship. 'Cathedral moments' can be experienced anywhere because it is within one's soul that God resides and fills it with intimate, sacred awareness of His awesomeness.

And so it was that we experienced 'cathedral moments' as we explored Munson's Pond Park with two grandboys. With binoculars and cameras in hand we peered into marshes and up into tree branches to spot the birds that were trilling their Sunday morning carols.  

This is my Father's world,

And to my listening ears

All nature sings, and round me rings

The music of the spheres.

This is my Father's world:

I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;

His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world,

The birds their carols raise,

The morning light, the lily white,

Declare their maker's praise.

This is my Father's world,

He shines in all that's fair;

In the rustling grass I hear him pass;

He speaks to me everywhere.

Maltbie D Babcock