Those of you who attend church on Christmas Eve know the feeling. The choir gets in position, all decked out in their deep red robes. Half of the members are pretty dang old, but boy can they sing.
There are Christmas trees in the front of the sanctuary, the lights a bit brighter on this particular night. There are members of folks’ families you haven’t seen for years, and they all look better than they did the last time you saw them.
It’s not about your new dress that day or the bow tie you pulled out. And the kids are on their best behavior realizing a trip from Santa Claus is too close to take chances.
When the organ starts, you immediately recognize the song –
It sends a little chill down my spine each and every time.
The girls and I got into Ira David Wood’s A Christmas Carol again this year. In mid-October, we began singing that very song. As many times as I’ve heard it, and as many times as I’ve sung it – about 600 last year during rehearsals and performances, it still moves me. It brings a peace to my soul. It makes me think that everyone in the room, and really everyone in my town and country, are all on the same page. No, we don’t all believe the same thing – we don’t all agree on politics, but each December, we stop. We are respectful and thoughtful; we are thankful.
For me, that feeling lasts longer than the one Sunday our choir director decides to work it into the service. For me, it starts in mid October – at the first rehearsal, with the first note.
I think everyone needs to be in a Christmas play. I also think we should work to put aside our differences in November and January and perhaps in July too.