While the thing is still fresh in my mind I will try to put it down on paper-the incredible thing that has happened in our parish. When we had least thought about life's great things, we have come face to face with the greatest.
We had been for long years living on the surface of things. The sun basked on the slopes of the hills, purple at eve; we came back from the offices in town, plunged through the tunnel, and hastened to our gardens. We lifted up our eyes to the hills, and our security seemed as immovable as their crests soaring above the little dells that were haunts of ancient peace around their foundations.
Long years of ease dimmed our vision. The church bell rang in vain for many of us. Those who had six whole days in the week to devote to their own pleasure began to devote the seventh also to that same end. The day of peace was becoming a day of unrest.
Thus it was with us when, with the suddenness of a lightning flash, the incredible overtook us.