My radio is dialed just slightly to the left of my regular listening station. It's the never-ending stream of Christmas music on my regular station that makes me move that dial in this December month. You can guess that I am not very popular among many of my friends who absolutely love Christmas Carols. I, instead of listening to the constant music of the season, have tuned into a different radio station with the stories of the down-home life interrupted very occasionally with the odd Christmas carol song by a popular country/western artist. That I can take.
Yet, recently I found myself swaying in the pew at my granddaughter's elementary school Christmas concert. I couldn't hold still as the bell choir perfectly rang out Silent Night, and when my granddaughter's class sang a traditional carol in Spanish that I cannot recall the name of at this moment. Regardless, it was beautiful.
And I wondered, while listening to these young voices, what happened to that excitement, that magic I once felt at Christmas and especially toward Christmas songs?
And then it happened.
A stirring I hadn't felt in a long time. My heart did not grow four times as big as the Grinch, but it sure beat faster and tears started to swim in my eyes.
The grade 6 classes had assembled in their choir formation and began to hum a carol that drew images and memories to my mind, bringing back the excited spirit of a young girl on Christmas Eve. And then they sung the words...
Said the night wind to the little lamb,
do you see what I see
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
do you see what I see
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
do you see what I see
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite
(Do You Hear What I Hear?)
See for me it wasn't the waiting of Santa that brought me excitement on Christmas Eve. It instead was The Star. The Star that I believed only appeared on this magical night. I would crawl out of my covers, once my mom tucked me in and the lights were out, get on my knees on my bed, open my curtains and stare into the sky. And see it! Yes, I would see The Star, and imagine what it must have been like for those shepherds that special night. And for the kings traveling afar to meet the truest King of all!
How exciting and magical that must have been for those shepherds and kings that night!
Can you imagine it?
O Star of wonder, star of night
Star of royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy Perfect Light
(We Three Kings of Orient Are)
Wow! What a night that must have been, following a star to the Perfect Light!
Maybe I will turn my radio dial to the right just in case that station plays my Star songs in these last weeks of December.
For sure though, I will be looking up with wonder in the skies for a Star this Christmas Eve again. And with a deep knowing that even though I may not see it as the Star, I know that Perfect Light is with me, day and night.
Oh Lynn, what a gift for you this year, that our Lord would remind you of what was precious to that young Lynn so you could rediscover it now, this year. Maybe draw a star on your Dec. 2016 calendar, so you don't forget again next year! (And I must say I enjoy your writing style. While it's grammatically correct, there's still a 'hey, this is me' quality about it. I enjoy reading it!)
ReplyDeleteBlessings Lynn
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post!
ReplyDeleteI've been following the star this season, too. Thanks for sharing music to travel by! Precious memory of looking out your window - loved that picture of you on your knees looking up.
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ReplyDeleteIsn't it wonderful that each of us have different ways to connect with the music, and the stars. Anytime a song or words can take us deeper, they have been well sung or spoken. Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteI relate to your love of the stars. During the busy rush of the Christmas season when sometimes I feel so lost in it all there is nothing more centering for me than to stop and look up at the stars on a cold winter night and just drink them all in and think of how amazing God is; out here in the country we get amazing starry nights! I loved your star story and how it brought you full circle and ministered to you.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that that Perfect Light is stirring your heart again, Lynn. May it continue to stir.
ReplyDeleteStar of Wonder, Star of Light--we don't hear this song that often. I too love this particular carol. I love the carols sung straight, clear, and true. Don't mess with them too much, because they are beautiful as they are. In our ecumenical choir in Barrhead, we sang the cantata, "All Is Well" by David Angerman and David Barrett twice--once in the United Church and then at our church for Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve. These songs come to me again and again and they speak to me to like this song spoke to you. Blessings.
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