Over the holidays, a group of friends were talking about all the impressive details that had to come together to create the birth of Jesus: The stars in the sky, the singing angels, no rooms in the inn and eventually traveling wise-men and a mad, local king.
The conversation drifted from the profound alignment of the solar system, to the nitty-gritty practical.
How did they clean that first newborn diaper in a manger with no running water? Hay?
Then my brother, Erik, talked about one, little, tiny reference of scripture that captivated him. And now, I can’t get it out of my mind. I’m not sure I want to.
It’s in the book of Mark right after Jesus served communion:
And when they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives. Mark 14:26
He sang a hymn.
Can you imagine what that sounded like? Would the Son of God have perfect pitch?
Thinking about Jesus singing praise to His Father makes me want to emulate Him.
Someday…someday, I’ll stand next to Jesus and I’ll hear Jesus sing.
Blessings on you as you enter a fresh, clean, shiny New Year. May it be filled with moments of wonder and worship as breathtaking as imagining Jesus singing.