Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
It won’t surprise any of you who have been reading my stuff for a while that my very first thought went here:
One of my earliest memories in church was listening to the big pipe organ before the service started, fascinated by the opening and closing of the pipes as the organist played. Then, there would be the familiar chord that signaled us all to rise, and we would sing this wonderful old song, the Doxology. Gave me goosebumps then, and it still does.