A few of us were out shoveling snow off our driveway earlier this year when the lowest bell began ringing in the bell tower. After a dozen or so strokes it seemed clear that one of our members had passed away. I lost count of the number of tolls somewhere in the 60’s, and stopped shoveling. Roughly 85-95 strokes. To hear the news from the tower out in the cold over the snow, I was struck how special the tower has become to our community. The bell tower was sharing the news with everyone, ringing our dear friend into eternity.
Jonah in the whale, Noah in the ark
What did they do
Just when everything looked so dark
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don’t mess with Mister In-Between
No, do not mess with Mister In-Between
Do you hear me?