It was a totally new way of looking at the world. Most everyone believed the earth was the center of the universe. Scientists believed it and the church agreed. It was the fifteenth century. Then, along came Copernicus, a church custodian by day and an astronomer by night, to demonstrate that the sun was actually the center of our solar system, that the earth in fact revolved around the sun, not the other way around. People went through what could be called "a paradigm shift." Here was a totally new way of looking at the world and it turned out to be right.
I've had many reports of the Remembrance Sunday service held at Dickleburgh (in Norfolk, England) this year, mostly about the preacher. Since Dickleburgh has a historic connection with the Americans from the time of Second World War, they always invite the American Air Base at Mildenhall in Suffolk to join them for the service, and always invite the current American air force chaplain to preach.
On the Sunday afternoon following Thanksgiving, when I was in seventh grade, it began to snow. It started slowly and undramatically -- much like any number of other snows I had experienced growing up in Detroit. The sky turned the shade of dirty wool and the flakes danced through the wind as in one of those glass balls that you invert. Little by little the sidewalks whitened, and soon the neighborhood was alive with the rasping sound of shovels. Before long the roads were filled and you could no longer see the curb.