Each week I’ll try to post a song or two for those shut-in, and shut out of church. Today’s song choice was inspired by a drive in the country yesterday afternoon.
Yesterday was such a lovely day here in Manitoba. The sun was out and water from the snow’s melt was flowing cheerfully down our front street. Nance and I decided to take a drive in the country and picked a destination suggested by the Manitoba 150 app which encourages and helps Manitobans to get to know our province better.
We drove toward Birds Hill park, hung a right at Garvin Road, took a left at Provincial Rd. 212, and soon found ourselves at Cooks Creek, Manitoba which is home to the magnificent Immaculate Conception Ukrainian Catholic Church which, though closed, was still a heartening sight to see.
It’s a surprisingly majestic structure to find smack dab in the middle of our otherwise more pragmatic prairie culture. But it’s not immodest. It’s beautiful. There’s a difference. And for some reason, my heart leapt when I saw, below the nine celestial cupolas, several trumpeting angels whose pure white stone caught the sun and set them ablaze against the day’s clear sky.
I’m not going to lie. My heart, like so many of yours, is heavy these days. There’s a weighted blanket over everything it seems as every day brings dire warnings and news of so many who are being dramatically affected by this global pandemic. I worry about my kids and their kids. I worry about my mom who is in a care home that is closed to visitors. And, of course, I’m concerned for my business and my staff.
However, in this place, with the warming sun, the quiet solitude of a sabbathed society, and the lovely expression of a rooted faith set in a monument like this, I heard the faint echo of the church’s Sanctus: Holy! Holy! Holy! The whole earth is full of God’s glory! (Isaiah 6:3)
And my spirits lifted. I was able to sense the “dearest freshness deep down things” that our better poets and sages have hymned throughout the ages… often in times much like these. And I was able to let my soul rest and restore as Nance and I tooled around the countryside for the remainder of the afternoon.
Thanks be to God.
The Wellspring is a song I wrote many years ago. It has been recorded several times, but this version seems the appropriate one for today. Feel free to copy the URL and share to your networks or with whomever you suspect may appreciate it: