I have always loved the sweet sounds of church bells. When I attended BYU, I anticipated the first few measures of "Come, Come Ye Saints" every hour. In Boston, the Park Street Church bells would play hymns at noon when I finished my internship at the Congregational Library. The reassuring melody of "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" was the only thing I liked about that internship.
In Edmonton, Jerry and I lived very close to an Anglican Church. The bells tolled every hour and played hymns at noon. Most memorable of all was midnight on Christmas Eve. The bells rang for about half an hour as we listened in our cozy apartment.
Here, there are a lot of churches, but few church bells. Luckily, we live in reasonable proximity to the sounds of the Catholic Church bells. At noon I am serenaded by "How Great Thou Art." After an inspiring day of General Conference, the bells inspired me with their call to Saturday evening mass.
I"m hoping that in the future, I have enough control over my destiny to find myself near some church bells.
2 weeks ago