The sun is out in Watertown this morning, after a long, dark, windy night. Darker for some than others, with widespread power outages. This behemoth of a tree spread across Russell Ave. greeted me on my way to work this morning — one of many casualties of Sandy.
A parishioner texted me to say a friend knew the crewman who perished in the storm on the Bounty. May his soul rest in peace. The message brought to mind the great old hymn generally called “The Navy Hymn,” which was written by an Anglican priest named William Whiting. You can hear it here. He who had survived a furious storm on the Mediterranean Sea, emerging with a new awe of the force of nature and appreciation for those who brave the seas regularly in service of others.
In the spirit of William Whiting, today I give thanks for the emergency workers who spent yesterday responding to those in need. I don’t have time to write a hymn for them (gotta get the stewardship letter out….) so a blog posting will have to suffice. Thanks for the Red Cross and the volunteers in emergency shelters. Thanks for the Coast Guard and the first-responders, and all those who worked overtime to make sure urban areas did not face greater calamity.
May God watch over all those still in Sandy’s path, and may God bless those who respond to their needs.