The wind on our side of town did its best, but so many of our trees are still green that the leaves weren't willing to budge. I'm afraid we will end up raking leaves off the snow drifts before we can shovel the snow.
Yesterday, being All Saints' Sunday (with emphasis on prayer for the persecuted church), we opened with this hymn, which always chokes me up. One stanza in particular reminds me of my soldier patients.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqXWR-sdDQc
1 For all the saints who from their labors rest,
who thee by faith before the world confessed,
thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest.
2 Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might;
thou, Lord, their captain in the well-fought fight;
thou, in the darkness drear, their one true light.
3 O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle; they in glory shine;
yet all are one in thee, for all are thine.
4 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,
steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
and hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.
5 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,
through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,