here we gather

A few weeks ago, I walked past our Chapel on my way home during Thursday evening prayer, and was stopped in my tracks by the sound of a four-part harmony of the old favorite hymn, Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing. It was the most beautiful sound flowing out of the sacred space of worship. I was so moved to hear the sound of praise thrifting into the evening air -- and I think the leaves were slightly rustled by the wind as I stood there. It was the sound of our community worshiping in harmony, believing together, moved together by the Spirit within that place. It was a rare moment -- a pause in the middle of a long day, a respite at the close of a busy week.