I was getting ready for the Christmas program at church and I was late. I was running around trying to find the right tights to go with my outfit and make sure I found my shoes. I also needed a hairbrush and there was not one to be found anywhere. I realized I was going to be very late.
I was on the verge of tears the entire time I was trying to get ready. Knowing I was going to be late for the Christmas program I began to be very frustrated.
My family had already gone and I was going to go as soon as I could get ready.
I was all alone in the house. The house was almost completely dark except for the glow of the tree down stairs in the living room.
I was frantically running around and not finding anything. I had a huge lump in my throat I could not seem to swallow. Suddenly I gave in to the tears I had been holding back. I sat down on the bed and cried. I was frustrated and I was very angry and I really didn’t even know why. I had lost my Christmas Spirit.
As I sat on the bed tears pouring down my face, my head in my hands, I heard a sound of singing. I thought that the radio was on. I slowly got up to peak out of the upstairs window. Pulling apart the blinds, I looked down the street.
The snow was softly falling and I could see a group of carolers singing by the light of the street lamp. Their voices rang out loud and clear through the quiet streets of my neighborhood. I watched from the upstairs of my dark house as they sang joyfully to the silhouette that stood in the door, our neighbor man.
My heart immediately was at peace from hearing their songs about “…the little Lord Jesus….”
As I wiped my eyes I had an overwhelming sense that God had sent these carolers. On this cold and silent night I felt that God had sent them to my neighborhood and I was very encouraged.
These young carolers singing out in the cold never knew that I was listening, too. They never knew I was sitting in a dark room in the upstairs of a dark house crying in frustration and anger.
God knew. He knew just what I needed to hear that evening.
I realize how important it is to sing out among the darkness. I want to sing of the beautiful Light of the Baby Jesus through my life. Because I know the One who did bring light to a dark world one evening long ago.
You never know who might be listening for any sounds of peace and joy this Christmas.
