I was just thinking the other day about the fact that March 20, was the first day of Spring.
Is it possible that the calendar was wrong?
That day dawned with cold temperature, then the thermometer went steadily downward during the day.
The next day, Thursday, was even colder, and I sat in my den and watched snowflakes fall off and on throughout most of the day.
Unseasonably cold weather with periods of precipitation continues.
Am I the only one who thinks this seems more like the beginning of fall or winter?
I remember what my dad always said, “If you don’t like the weather in Kentucky, wait a few minutes.”
My Roman Catholic friends now have a new Pope. He has chosen the name Pope Francis.
That name is taken from St. Francis of Assisi.
St. Francis’ birth is believed to have been in 1182, but that is not certain. He died in 1226.
He was founder of the Franciscans and is considered to have been one of the greatest of Christian saints.
I personally hold him in very high regard because of a text he wrote, “The Prayer of St. Francis.”
It has been set to music by Olive Dungan, and that has become my all-time favorite pieces of music, because of the text.
Other than scripture, it is my all-time favorite text. I have sung that as a solo many, many times.
I have friend who is also a church musician, who when talking about that song says, “You know that song with the text written by that Baptist deacon, Francis the Sissy.”
THE PRAYER OF ST. FRANCIS
Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace!
Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light. Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console.
To be understood, as to understand, to be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving, that we receive. It is in pardoning, that we are pardoned.
It is in dying, that we are born, to eternal life.
St. Francis of Assisi