by Cass DuCharme

published in Family Matters eNewsletter March 28, 2019

As we approach the middle of Lent, with its somber dark tones, we are ironically bombarded by the colors and beauty of spring.

This week, I have been grateful for the beauty of the cherry blossom trees and the sights of the Cherry Blossom Festival. I live near Fickling Farm on Rivoli Dr. and I get to drive by their beautiful cherry blossom trees every day. I have enjoyed watching the trees bloom into their beautiful white and pink. I’ve also enjoyed seeing everyone dress in pink as we welcome the festival and the season of spring.

Along with the sights of this season, I am also grateful for the sounds of the season. Every year during the Cherry Blossom Festival, Mulberry Street Methodist Church hosts the Cherry Blossom Organ Recitals each day at noon. This year, our own Gerald Carper premiered this year’s recitals on Monday. For those of you who know the layout of our church, my office sits just below the organ pipe chambers. So, since Christmas, I have had the good fortune of hearing Gerald practice and perfect this year’s pieces. I am grateful for the gift of music, especially the organ music, Gerald shares with us every week. I am grateful for his dedication and commitment to the music of our church. And I am most grateful to be able to work alongside him in this ministry.

As I was thinking of the sights and sounds of the Cherry Blossom Festival, even in the middle of Lent, the hymn that Folliott Pierpoint wrote so many years ago kept ringing in my head: (Sing it with me)

For the beauty of the earth, for the glory of the skies, for the love which from our birth over and around us lies: Lord of all, to Thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.

For the joy of ear and eye, for the heart and mind’s delight, for the mystic harmony linking sense to sound and sight: Lord of all, to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise.