
It seems to me that a large part of worship during the 1700s and 1800s was about escaping from the trials of today to an existence I would consider somewhat boring over the long run. How rough and heavy life must have been to only want the next life to be spent on a cloud in endless idleness. Having leisure time in our lives today has changed the need for that personal longing. If life has changed that much, then why does “The Morning Trumpet” comfort me today?



