With Grateful Thanks ...

As I write this I am listening to “How Great Thou Art” on YouTube. It’s not a polished performance by a some ‘big name’ artist but a regular worship service from Winchester Cathedral. Actually - since it’s from Songs of Praise (a UK TV show featuring services from around the country) I suspect there are a LOT of extra people in the congregation, and there were a few more visits to the hairdresser prior to the service than one would normally expect. This song has been around since 1885 and started life as a poem “O Store Gud” (O Great God). The writer, Carl Boberg, spoke of the inspiration for the poem

It was that time of year when everything seemed to be in its richest colouring; the birds were singing in trees and everywhere. It was very warm; a thunderstorm appeared on the horizon and soon there was thunder and lightning. We had to hurry to shelter. But the storm was soon over and the clear sky appeared.

When I came home I opened my window toward the sea. There evidently had been a funeral and the bells were playing the tune of "When eternity's clock calls my saved soul to its Sabbath rest". That evening, I wrote the song, "O Store Gud".

How beautifully he conveyed the feeling of seeing his everyday surroundings afresh, washed with glory as though a veil is lifted and the dull lens of the familiar is removed.

Autumn is (I feel) the most vivid reminder of the splendour of God’s handiwork and we are so very blessed to live here, where we don’t need to go further than a window to see the brush marks of the the master Creator.

I suggest you go to your window now, hum the tune of How Great Thou Art and take a moment out of time to soak in what is essentially God’s reminder that he can do “immeasurably more than we could ask or imagine”.

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