For some, the turning of the leaves and crisp cool mornings means pumpkin spice lattes and cozy oversized sweaters. Or if you’re Janet Ainsworth, the coming autumn means it’s time to lace up your hiking boots and hit the trails in one of Connecticut’s 109 state parks. That is exactly what we did last week.
I spent last Saturday at a trailhead in Salisbury feeding hikers.
I was joined by two young adults, Elizabeth Peters and Joshua Brown, as well as Dylan Mello, the Northwest Region Missionary and his family. We arrived around 9:45 a.m., unloaded my car with a table, chairs, a cooler of sodas, box of chips, sandwich makings, home-made O’Henry bars, pie, and four gallons of water. Then we waited.
There’s radical hospitality, then there’s the Sacred Harp community. If you were walking by Connecticut Hall on Yale’s Old Campus on the third Sunday in April, you would just assume the four-part in sync chorus you heard was an elite Yale choir. You would never imagine that it is actually a “come-as-you-are,” hodgepodge group of individuals sitting around the perimeter of a room sight-reading sacred hymns.
Unlike most races where runners stand in silence while someone sings the National Anthem, Sunday’s IRIS – Integrated Refugees and Immigrant Services’ Run for Refugees began with the Yale Gospel Choir singing Emma Lazarus’ poem, “The New Colossus,” the words written on the base of the Statue of Liberty.