One Christmas, I was at
church holding my two-year-old nephew before the evening Christmas service
started.
The person playing
hymns and songs before the service started to play the song, “O Come, O Come,
Emmanuel.”
Ever since my nephew
was a baby, that song had always been something special to him. When he would cry, we would play it for him
and he would stop and listen.
At this service he was
just playing with some toys. He hadn’t
heard that song for at least a year.
Then as they started playing it, he stopped what he was doing and
listened. Then he said,
“That song, I like
it. This Church, I like it.” Then pausing, seeming to try to find the
words he wanted to use to explain what he felt, he said, pointing up, “Up
there.”
It was so amazing to
me, for truly this Church is “up there”, meaning in heaven. Emmanuel will come again.
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