Pastor's Corner: What does the meadowlark say?

Last weekend, the mornings were gray and wet - a good weekend to linger in the comforts of one's bed. But as is so often the case for me, nature eventually calls and I have to get up. Besides, the days just refuse to wait around for me.

So, per the usual morning routine, I threw on a jacket and tromped outside in my Muck boots. Drops of rain clung to the fresh shoots of grass that the horses eagerly chased once I opened the corral. And as the drumming of their hooves rolled out to pasture, a new sound suddenly perked up my ears.

Singing.

Sweet and crisp, and piercing the morning drizzle with a...