There is something deep within us that insists on song; that never gets over a bedtime song of our youth or a church hymn that carried us through a difficult time. There’s a connection between singing and our Christian walk. When we get good enough to sing on a Sunday, we are better able to confront city hall or join the protest down the street. We become what we have previously only professed. We become the song! That’s what we mean when we say we know a hymn by heart. It’s gotten deep in us, takes over us, is us!
Our lives are not just Christmas carols and joy. Dark, cold January days lie just beyond our yuletide. The daylight is short; the nights are long. But for now, our faith enables us to sing. We sing because we believe. We believe as we sing! I tell you, there is such pure defiance, stunning faith, impudent revolt in the face of despair and omnivorous threat. Sorrow hates music. Tyrants, too. Despite it all, we sing!
Peace, Pastor Gary