Random Thoughts on a Sunday Afternoon

                    Come to the church in the wildwood,
                    Oh, come to the church in the dale,
                    No spot is so dear to my childhood,      
                    As the little brown church in the vale.    

Singing at church today featured old and familiar hymns, a foretaste, the choir director said, of the ice cream supper and gospel singing to come Sunday night,  August 15.  Children often take things literally; as a child I used to argue that the song above was wrong.  I went along with it being in the wild wood but our church was white, not brown.
By the way, I enjoy casual dress during the summer, but please, we are in short sleeves without a coat --can't the air conditioning  be up a couple of degrees?  I needed a blanket.

                                      Funeral Services       
Jen and I attended funeral services Saturday for Dan Moorman, a good friend and Jen's former boss at M&M Insurance. St John Berchman Cathedral was packed, with attendees including girls  he had coached in softball wearing their uniforms.  Several funerals I have attended  recently have drawn large crowds. A person can be forgiven for wondering if he has affected positively enough individuals  that they will take the time to attend his final services.  On another note, the songs included "Amazing Grace" and "How Great Thou Art" and I wonder if these two great hymns are becoming almost obligatory at funerals.  Just some thoughts on a Sunday afternoon.