My Vision, My Wisdom

Many years ago when I became a nurse, I also became an irregular church attender. But when I do go, I always get strengthened by something in the service, often a song. This morning we sang Be Thou My Vision, a favorite that I first heard at my high school commencement ceremony when I was seventeen. I love the minor chords and the deliberate tempo, but mainly the words of love toward God. I thought how pleased I feel about the Republican ticket this election year, but that our hope does not lie in men however wise or powerful they may be, but in the High King of Heaven. Church is a good place to get our priorities in line.