Spring has been slow to come to my part of the country. We received another twelve inches of snow during Holy Week. We’ve been away from home, and I returned to find that the propane tank for the gas fire that heats my office had run out in my absence. (It wasn’t supposed to run that much while I was gone; this is spring after all!) To top it off, I’ve been struggling with a cold—the kind that gurgles in the chest for weeks. All in all it’s been hard to get into “the spirit of the season.”
When I wrote a couple weeks ago about one of my favorite hymns, "For All the Saints", several of you wrote back with your own favorites or sharing your love for mine. (For some reason readers of this blog seem to prefer to comment in personal e-mails or on Facebook rather than on the blog itself. I guess they are shy. Or maybe FB feels more personal. Who knows? I’m just glad when you tell me what you think!)
My sister mentioned #3 and #7 in InterVarsity's Hymns , which we used in family worship growing up. She didn’t bother to give their titles. She assumed I too would remember them from the numbers. She sent me back, thumbing through the slim blue volume on the shelf by the piano, reading favorite after favorite and remembering precious times of worship.
LeAnne Hardy has lived in six countries on four continents. Her books come out of her cross-cultural experiences and her passion to use story to convey spiritual truths in a form that will permeate lives.