Thursday, December 6, 2012

hear the angels sing

By Rick Porter (Uncle Rick)
Hear the Angels Sing 

Perhaps it’s just the Ebenezer Scrooge in me, but I’m not much of a caroler. When pressed into participation I sing, but rarely with the gusto of those around me. And too often I sing in a rote way, not giving full attention to the words. There is however, one line of one verse of one carol that always captures my attention.

A story is told of a man seasonally employed to bring the presence of Santa to Christmas gatherings for businesses and schools. He was on his way to a gig, an office party, but had been asked to stop by the nursing home to make a quick visit to the residents. This was pro bono work, but if Santa won’t do it who will?

He quickly made his rounds with a “ho, ho, ho” to each room. Just before departing, he peeked into a darkened cubicle where an elderly man lay apparently asleep, curled on his bony side. Santa prepared to leave in a flash. But the man made a feeble beckoning gesture visible in the dim light of a tiny Christmas tree. The volunteer Santa approached. The man whispered something so faintly as to be inaudible. Santa moved his jolly old ear very close to the man’s dry mouth. “Forms are bending low,” the man said. Santa did not connect the phrase, assumed confusion, gave a patronizing pat, and hurried off to his paying job.

As he arrived at the office party, holiday music was filling the room. The words of an old carol floated from the ceiling speakers:

O ye beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.

The song was “It Came Upon A Midnight Clear” written as a poem in 1849 and put to music 10 years later. The essence of the song is that angels did not just appear and sing at the birth of Christ. They show up and serenade regularly and often. 

Just when we are so burdened as to not hear, at the most difficult of times, when life’s loads crush and our forms bend, they minister most. Immanuel, meaning “God-with-us,” attends us as His invisible person, the Holy Spirit, and He is attended by angels. The heart of God is to meet us at life’s darkest intersections with comfort, encouragement, a touch of heaven, and a breath of hope. The old man in the nursing home wasn’t just complaining to Santa about his lot in life. He was acknowledging that in Santa’s visit, no matter how hurried, there was an angelic grace.

Whether or not you sing the carols this year, be encouraged to live the carols. For you, this season may not be one of happiness, good memories, or togetherness. You may be grieving, regretful, or lonely. Life’s road seems crushing and your form is bending low. That does not disqualify you from the true Christmas message. While others scurry in apparent happiness, the invitation to the crushed and the bent still stands:

Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.



Recycling this post is Christmas tradition.

6 comments:

mindswitch said...

I cried. Right here at work. Such a good word from God to me through Uncle Rick. I am beside the weary road, resting and praying to hear the angels sing. My husband just told me that he did not get the job he wanted and we needed to be able to pay our bills. I KNOW God has a plan. I just wish I could rest easy in His care and not be so concerned about how we are going to make it. I love your site and your story, I think you are my most favorite blog in the whole world. :)

Musings From Mommy said...

Thank you. I needed that. After receiving the umpteenth piece of bad news this afternoon in this drama we call attempting to adopt, I needed that. Advent has taken on a different meaning for me this year. Life is hard, and I am fortunate. Yet still, O come, Emmanuel. O come.

Anonymous said...

love this every year. every year there seems to be a certain measure of heaviness and this speaks to me again and again.

Bryn said...

Needed this today. Thank you, it is lovely.

yellowgirl said...

i love this post. it's new and fresh every year. love your extravaganza too...they just get better and better. you realize you're setting the bar higher each time? heeheehee...

Mama Ds Dozen said...

Thanks for sharing. So needed this tonight.

My form is bending low. Life is crushing. I am grieving. I so need to hear the angels sing this season . . . in the darkness that calls itself my life this year.