Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Glory of Which We Sing

An Inkling
Some years ago when I lived in Texas I went with some church friends to throw a Christmas party at the local state mental hospital.  Once we had cleared the security arrangements we set up refreshments and decorated the living room of a particular unit.  Then we were joined by about 45 patients, whose mental illnesses took many forms. 
After refreshments we invited them to join us in singing Christmas carols.  As we sang some slept, some wandered, some mumbled, and others fidgeted.  But most sang with abandon, and we truly made a joyful noise.
When we finished singing, a patient named Shirley stood and announced that she wanted to sing a solo.  Shirley was a little woman of about 50, with unevenly cut blonde hair.  She began singing “The First Noel” a capella, her nearly blind eyes scanning randomly.  She sang fairly well, al­though she had to pause midway to be reminded of the words.  It wasn’t what you would call beautiful, but it was glorious in its own way, and she was roundly applauded.
“The First Noel” will soon sound in worship here, along with many other carols, and a full service of Christmas music on December 22.  Well-practiced voices will split the carols into harmonies, the whole being guided by instruments expertly played.  Jeff’s and Clayton’s directing will call forth the best sounds from the best singers.  And though more beautiful than Shirley’s solo, they will be no more glorious.
How fitting that carols would be sung each Christmas in such different ways!  For on the first Noel a Savior was born who would save us, both in the insanity of our human brokenness and in the heights of our human a­ccomplishments.  We need his saving touch in both our worst and best moments.  Thank God he is powerful to save in each!
Such is the glory of which we and Shirley sing.  And I think it must bring joy to the Father’s heart.
Sing it!

Keith