THE FULL RANGE OF GOD’S MUSIC
I used to go out in the morning to get the paper when we lived in El Paso. Our house was a good four miles from the main parade ground at Fort Bliss. On most mornings I could hear the “whump, whump, whump” of the thirteen gun salute which was sounded every morning at seven o’clock. But on some mornings I could hear the sound of the drum corps as they rolled their cadences. However, if the morning was clear and still, as in the winter time when the air was crisp and cold, I could also hear the sound of the music of the Army band, the blast of the trumpets, the wail of the clarinets and the mellow tone of the horns. But on the mornings I could only hear the cannon, I knew the drum and the horns were there, whether I could hear them or not. Our fathers, in their theology, heard the cannon…
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