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
