"I Sing a Song of the Saints of God..."

This is a quick, on location, watercolor sketch of the church I described in yesterday's post. It does not do justice to how lovely the setting really was. Just being in the vicinity of this Holy place was inspiring. You could feel the presence of others who had been there before. Worshipping. Praying. As Henri Nouwen wrote in his book, Discernment, "...the very chapel where I prayed had been prepared by the faithful ones who had prayed there before me." Wandering down the stone paths that encircled this little chapel and being overcome by His Presence all around was this day's Glimpse of His Glory. And as I strolled I was reminded of and sang to myself a song my children sang in elementary school, "I sing a song of the Saints of God, Patient and Brave and True. Who toiled and fought and lived and died For the Lord they loved and knew. And one was a doctor, and one was a queen, and one was a shepherdess on the green: They were all of them saints of God--and I mean, God helping, to be one too...They lived not only in ages past, There are hundreds and thousands still, The world is bright with joyous saints Who love to do Jesus' will. You can meet them in school, or lanes, or at sea, In church, or on trains, or in shops, or at tea, For the saints of God are just folk like me, And I mean to be one too." (Lesbia Scott, 1929).
"Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name." Psalm 30:4

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