Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.” Luke 2:13, 14
Although not particularly musically gifted, I love music. It’s not unusual to find me bawling at the Symphony or during worship in church or in the privacy of my home with the stereo on. It can be embarrassing, but I can’t help it. Music washes over me and gives expression to the wordless aching and longing of my heart. The tears flow. All creation’s frustration finds relief in the birth of the Messiah and the angels just can’t help but sing to bear witness to that.
It surprises me that the angels didn’t return for a reprisal Easter Sunday. I have expected them to be there for the Resurrection and the conquest over sin and death. Great light and song bursting on the scene. It seems comparatively subdued to the birth of Jesus, and I have wondered why. Perhaps it is because the song belongs to those who follow him here on earth; Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation. Mark 16:15. We who believe are the privileged ones called to join the choir.
God, may it be that my life sings the truth that You have risen and have overcome the power of sin, shame and death. I pray that I sing well and that the notes I miss are overpowered by the your beauty. Thank you that you even provide the robe (Rev 7:14). Amen.