When my brother-in-law, David, died of non-Hodgkins lymphoma at the age of 44, I sang the song “No Night There” at his funeral. I think that is the last time I played my guitar and sang publicly. I put my guitar under my bed and never played it again. That was 10 years ago. What a sad time to put my music away, and what a wonderful message in that song. Why did I no longer want to sing such healing words? It was not a deliberate choice not to sing. It’s just that I didn’t feel much like singing. Isn’t that what happens when we yield to the devil–he’ll get us to lay down the one thing that would bring joy in sadness, the healing words that would have flowed so easily if I would have but sung them.
A woman came up to me in church on Sunday and asked if I would sing with her Christmas Eve. I said “yes” so immediately that she didn’t think I heard her correctly and asked me again. I said, “Yes, Mary, I will sing with you.” and so.we.are…going to sing! We don’t know what we’re going to sing. I have some ideas, but do any of you have a suggestion? This is such a special time, Christmas. What should we sing to the Savior?
Thinking of the Light of All Worlds,