If you read many (or, last year, any) of my daily posts, you know that I love music. The 48th day of 2019 is a Sunday so, on 2/17/19, I found myself in a familiar place: the pews of Old First Reformed UCC. And, as we do most Sundays, we sang a lot of hymns. Music is one of the things I like most about Church, it's what introduced me to services (playing in Easter Brass) and it provides me with a lot of joy in each service. But sometimes, while singing, I am moved. It could be a tear, it could be goosebumps, or it could just be that feeling. The feeling that something is happening and I may not understand it. I guess that is why the core of most religious beliefs is FAITH. This morning, we sang How Great Thou Art, an "old chestnut," if you will. And I loved singing it, hearing it, and the feeling I got experiencing it. It was a great way to start my day. So, tonight, my gratitude is for hymns that move me. Because fe...