It was a spectacular fall day when the leaves in the Pennsylvania mountains were at their zenith of color. Robert Raines drove up the mountain road higher and higher with the scenery becoming ever more vast and spectacular.  Just as he reached the top of the mountain, he spotted a car parked just off the road. Curious, he stopped.  A man was standing about two hundred yards away on the side of the mountain overlooking a wondrous sea of color.  The man had a trumpet lifted to his lips.  Do you know what he was playing?  It was the doxology.  "Praise God from whom all blessings flow.  Praise Him all creatures here below.  Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts.  Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost." 

I'd like to know that trumpet player.  He could teach me two things.  One, I need to be more aware of the untold blessings of God in my life.  Two, I need to be bold in expressing my gratitude to god and to others.  I need to forget what others might think and play my trumpet to the sky when joy and thanksgiving wail up within.