The other night I was walking into the mall, and I heard a Salvation Army "bell ringer" in front of JC Penny. Except, instead of ringing a large bell, she was belting out caroles in a beatiful, velvety voice....just enough sweetness to balance the depth. For some reason, though I could not see her, I knew exactly what she looked like.
Well, I was in the mall for over an hour and a half. As I headed out to my car, I realized, in succession that a) the sky was pitch black, b) it had just started to snow, and c) the caroler was *still* singing. Not just 'singing', but singing at concert-hall volume and still as rich and lovely as ever. It was quite a realization; it awed me a little. I walked down the straight and narrow aisle to my car, pausing once to glance up at the snow drifting lazily to earth in the light yellow field of the parking lot light above me, listening to my friend sing out with a frankness that touched my bones, "O Come Let Us Adore Him."
1 comment:
perfect picture.
i hate how i have associated the bell ringers and red buckets with consumerism (just something i've done in my mind).
thank you for the reminder that there can be a little extra good, some extra beauty this time of year.
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