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When I was about fifteen, I was going with the YW/YM caroling at a local nursing home. We went every year, and it was very sweet, but nothing spectacular. This year, I had to hurry up to finish caroling practice for both choir and German Class (we did a multicultural holiday presentation each year at school), and then rush home to eat and _then_ to carol at the nursing home.
While we were walking room to room, an exceptionally elderly woman in a wheelchair stopped us in the hallway. In her very thick foreign accent, she told us that we sounded like angels. Recognizing the tones, I asked in very rudimentary German, if she was indeed from Germany. She nodded and smiled.
I was terrified, because I had never sung alone before, but I reached for her hand, and alone in the hallway, sang her Stille Nacht. “Silent Night” is a beautiful song in its English translation, but is far more beautiful in German, both in rhyme and meaning. She began singing along. Everything truly was silent for a couple of moments as we sang.
We were so blessed that night-the Spirit was so strong, and we all were crying near the end of the last verse. I knew it was not my own voice, which was much weaker than it sounded in the acoustics of the tiled hallway, nor my own inspiration to stop to talk with one of the dozens of wheelchair bound men and women in the halls. I always have felt spectacularly blessed to be in the right place, at the right time, with the right song committed to memory because we had rehearsed it earlier. I know the the reason I felt attached to that particular song as we began studying it earlier that season was to be prepared for that chance of service, and I have always been grateful that I wasn’t too hurried by the trappings of the season to forget to be committed to going to going to mutual, nor too arrogant or terrified to sing that night.
I just realized we were supposed to email Mara and NOT just post as usual! I’m such a nOOb! Sorry! Delete me and I’ll email in? Forgiven?