hope

I just read my daughter’s Facebook post and I am heart happy for two reasons.

First, she mentioned that she had been at a performance of Handel’s Messiah at a cathedral in Denver.

Leah was raised by a father who conducted choirs and a mother who sang in a semi-professional choral ensemble.  Every year at this time of year our children could count on Christmas concerts to attend.  At the high school, at various venues in Duluth and the surrounding area, our children heard harp and voice spin seasonal beauty.  And the Messiah?  Well, that was a favorite at home. Whether it was the Mormon Tabernacle Choir or the Arrowhead Chorale, we heard the words of scripture set to song and string and the unfolding of the Jesus story.

So Leah took herself to a concert to open herself to that heart rhythm. 

And at that concert she heard a transgender artist sing “And Who May Abide the Day of His Coming”.

There.  In the midst of a story-telling centuries sung, new hope for God’s people shines.  For unto us a child is given;  A child who grew to be a man who knew and taught that the bounds of God’s grace is Hallelujah material for all people and sing that grace we must.

I wish I had been there to hold her tiny hand and share Kleenex.

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