I know it's not Christmas but it's coming soon. This weekend I am not sure if it is the cold air, the Starbucks red cups, or the Hallmark Channel's Countdown to Christmas Movies, but we turned on the Christmas music.
My favorite Christmas song I think of all time is "Oh Holy Night."
On my computer I have a copy of an instrumental version done by a New Orleans Jazz Group shortly after the Hurricane. We saw in on TV and Ray found the version for me because I loved it. I am techno-challenged and when Ray was sick another friend came and put that version on my computer.
I love it. I think of Ray and I think of overcoming.
Another dear friend of mine lost her husband to cancer this summer. We had reflected on that song last year. I was caught by the "weary world rejoices..." She by "A thrill of hope..."
Which are you this year? As we enter the holiday season I'm not sure.
I am grateful for a God who holds our weariness in his hand and gives us reason to hope.
This Christmas season I pray for more hope than weariness. I pray that like the City of New Orleans, we are able to overcome.
not alone and not afraid -
"A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees. Oh hear the angel voices. Oh night divine. Oh night when Christ was born." Oh Holy Night