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We were blessed to have a houseful for Thanksgiving. After the turkey dinner, Grandma Cramer gathered us all around the piano, and with guitar, trombone, saxophone, and voice we had a song-fest. We sang the songs of Christmas. Some sacred: Silent Night; It Came Upon the Midnight Clear. And some just silly fun: The Grinch, anyone? It was a sweet moment for our family, with voices blending in harmony and Grandma playing the songs of Christmas by heart with no need of a songbook, and the bright instruments lifting our spirits
higher.
I confess that my spirit needed a bit of lifting. And these good old songs of the ages were just the thing to do so that evening. What is it about the songs of Christmas that inspires such devotion? It’s because they point to the hope we have in Jesus: that God is with us in Christ; that love came down to walk among us; that peace, hope, joy, and love are forever, the true fabric of our existence. And these songs tell the story of just how God made these things so, in a humble stable, on an ordinary night, to an ordinary couple, in an obscure corner of the world.
