How are you doing on finding the wonder of this holiday season?
Yesterday I sang in a concert in a church that’s almost a century old. It’s a welcoming place, with all of the burnished wood, elegant pews, soaring ceilings decorated with carvings, and the added touch of candlelight.
My friends and I sang the majestic music of Messiah, complete with the rousing Hallelujah Chorus. Next came a quiet, gentle carol with these words:
The shepherds had an angel, the wise men had a star,
but what have I, a little child, to guide me home from far,
Where glad stars sing together and singing angels are?
This musical moment in a stately old church ushered in the wonder of Christmas for me. Here I was in a choir of grownups singing about a child’s view of the manger. I loved that because we’re all young at heart in some way, aren’t we? The carol ends with this verse:
Christ watches me, His little lamb,
Cares for me day and night,
That I may be His own in heav’n
So angels clad in white
Shall sing their “glory glory,” for my sake in the height.
Wishing you moments this season when wonder overcomes the cares and activities and carries you where the singing angels are.