Singing Christmas carols, I hacked my way down the row of corn. It was hot, I was hungry, and the corn leaves slashed my bare arms. The weeds were thick, the machete was dull and the row was endlessly long. So I sang to myself--Christmas carols--every single one I could remember. I wish I could say that I felt cooler or that the hours flew by...alas, it was still one hundred degrees and there were still just as many hours until dark as before. But now my mind was occupied with trying to remember all the verses of every Christmas song I could think of. As I worked, I sang and the unhappy, bitter thoughts were replaced by thoughts of the quietness of a holy, dark night. In my imagination, the night sky burst into glory as an angel shared the news that was to impact the entire world. And someday soon, it was to impact me in a personal way.
Karen's Thotful Spot
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Journey to My Friend: Part 4
Part 4: ♫ Oh, Holy Night ♫
Singing Christmas carols, I hacked my way down the row of corn. It was hot, I was hungry, and the corn leaves slashed my bare arms. The weeds were thick, the machete was dull and the row was endlessly long. So I sang to myself--Christmas carols--every single one I could remember. I wish I could say that I felt cooler or that the hours flew by...alas, it was still one hundred degrees and there were still just as many hours until dark as before. But now my mind was occupied with trying to remember all the verses of every Christmas song I could think of. As I worked, I sang and the unhappy, bitter thoughts were replaced by thoughts of the quietness of a holy, dark night. In my imagination, the night sky burst into glory as an angel shared the news that was to impact the entire world. And someday soon, it was to impact me in a personal way.
Singing Christmas carols, I hacked my way down the row of corn. It was hot, I was hungry, and the corn leaves slashed my bare arms. The weeds were thick, the machete was dull and the row was endlessly long. So I sang to myself--Christmas carols--every single one I could remember. I wish I could say that I felt cooler or that the hours flew by...alas, it was still one hundred degrees and there were still just as many hours until dark as before. But now my mind was occupied with trying to remember all the verses of every Christmas song I could think of. As I worked, I sang and the unhappy, bitter thoughts were replaced by thoughts of the quietness of a holy, dark night. In my imagination, the night sky burst into glory as an angel shared the news that was to impact the entire world. And someday soon, it was to impact me in a personal way.
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Karen,
ReplyDeleteI remember those hot Nebraska days. Thank you for the thoughts. How worship changes us.