James Montgomery (1771-1854), a Scottish Moravian, reflected the rich heritage of Moravian hymn writing. He started writing poetry at an early age. Later, as an adult he found his calling as an editor of a newspaper he named Iris. For more than thirty years he made his newspaper an instrument of social reform, fighting the causes of young chimney sweeps at home and black slaves abroad. All during this time his inner creative spirit expressed itself in writing no less than 400 hymns, several of which are still found in most hymnbooks today.
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.