The last throes of my solo year at Grahamsville were spent being Orange Classis' delegate to the General Synod of the Reformed Church in America, held that year at my birthplace, Milwaukee, Wisconsin. At that assembly, a pair of preachers took turns reflecting on Romans 12:2: "Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your minds, so that you may discern what is the will of Godó what is good and acceptable and perfect." Listening to their preaching and participating in worship, along with trying to make sense of a morass that I could not understand back home at church and writing a cogent report for the Classis, this text came into being. The Classis was very pleased that my portion of the report was not only brief but also sung, to Lincolnshire Poacher.
Some years later, as the text had grown into one I had by heart, it, too, accrued a melody. I decided a fit name would be one to honor a companion on my healing journey from Grahamsville to the new prospect of the capitol region of New York. Donna Sauer Jones worked at the Sullivan County Board of Co-operative Educational Services (BOCES) with a parishioner of mine. She took time with me unsnarling the Grahamsville morass, and at our last meeting I presented her with the tune bearing her surname. Originally scored for guitar, it appears here in keyboard arrangement.
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