
Taking it for granted
One of my favorite lines in hymns comes from the great Scandinavian anthem “How Great Thou Art.”
“And when I think, that God his son not sparing
Sent him to die, I scarce can take it in,” (Karl Boberg).
I “get” the attraction of the first two verses. Many of us live in urban areas and feel harried and harassed. We long for the times we can gaze at the stars on a clear night, or on a mountainside, the breeze blowing gently and the birds “singing sweetly in the trees.” Continue reading “Taking it for granted”