Earlier this week I mentioned that I went to my daughter’s high school “Holiday Program.” That’s public school-speak for “Christmas Concert.”
Whatever you call it, it’s a celebration. A birthday party for One who seems, these days, to be nameless. We’re all walking around either trying to avoid saying it or saying it so loudly that our neighbor cringes at our advances.
Why can’t we just say what it is? It’s Christmas!
Our not-so-small public school shouted it from the rooftops last Sunday afternoon, and I, for one, am so thankful for it. It’s like a pleasant surprise every year when I get to attend this concert in the middle of all the hubbub of the season. Not only because the music is so good, but also because at the end of the concert the combined music groups perform the “Halleluia Chorus.”
There we stood—parents, siblings, grandparents, neighbors—some singing along, some merely listening as our students performed some of the greatest music ever composed. And as I stood in the crowd of believers and non-believers alike, I listened to the words again: “King of Kings and Lord of Lords. And He shall reign forever and ever. ”
I get choked up every time I sing those words, especially when I’m in a crowd like that. I mean, here we are, in a public high school gymnasium, singing praise to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. How amazing is that?
And proclaiming alongside my neighbors that “He shall reign forever and ever.” Amen and amen!
Some in the crowd have no idea what they are singing, no idea what it means. But when I hear those words I just can’t help but think of the Heavenly chorus that will never end. The chorus of men, women, children, and angels all singing to the King who will reign forever.
And it makes me tingle with anticipation of that Great and Glorious Day when He will come again, that day when we who have believed will finally be able to join in the Heavenly chorus. How much fun will that day be?
This week I’m thankful, once again, for our very large, very public high school. Because on Sunday afternoon I got to worship the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
. . . in a gym
. . . with my neighbors.