Unsung Song



“And the angel said unto them, "Fear not! For, behold, I bring you tidings of great joy, Which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you: Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger." - Luke 2:10-12

Last night my family and an assorted cast of characters from my church went a Wassailing (I think that’s Greek for caroling) to few shut-ins from our church and community. I love caroling and my family tries to make this an annual holiday event in some form or fashion. In fact, fashion plays a significant part of this traditional song fest. We borrow from my sister-law’s vast storehouse of Victorian garb and dress the part of Coventry carolers…it’s a real blast.

Like I mentioned, I love caroling and I was excited to get home, dress like Bob Cratchit and hit the streets decking the halls. Inside my heart I needed a little Christmas, something to lift my spirits, for like the song…

For I've grown a little leaner, Grown a little colder, Grown a little sadder.

I’m not sure where it crept in, but weariness was heavier than the Victorian coat I was wearing and as cold as the night air.

Our first stop was Pete’s (not his real name) home and I believe it was a huge God moment. Pete suffers from Polio and is confined to a bed 24/7; the most he can muster is a small squeeze from his right hand. On oxygen as well, Pete can only speak in a whisper and even that comes hard for him. On top of all that, he travels next week to Columbia Hospital to confirm a diagnosis of ALS (Lou Gehrig's Disease). Still, Pete can smile with the best and will great you with bright eyes
and a grin from ear to ear. It was that warm welcome from him that drew us in
last night.

Gathered in his small apartment, we circled around his bed to sing, but then we were all transported to a special place called grace. Our strong loud voices were joined by a silent voice mouthing the words to the songs. Pete’s unsung song lifted my spirit with grace and strength. His body could not join the festive group but that would not keep him from joining in spirit. We came to encourage him and he returned the gift many times over!

“God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit
and in truth.” John 4:24

Many stops later and the caroling done, I found myself wondering about such a miracle as I tried to sleep. What prisons keep me from worshipping God still? In what boundaries, limitations, and lack do I find a convenient excuse of my bowing my knee or my heart?

Pete’s example to worship (I pray) will stay with me as long as I draw breath.

..and I need a little angel, Sitting on my shoulder, Need a little
Christmas now.

I needed a little Christmas and a little angel named Pete.

What about you? What do you need? How can I pray for you this
Christmas Season?

Christmas is not just a time for festivity and merry making. It is more than that. It is a time for the contemplation of eternal things. The Christmas spirit is a spirit of giving and forgiving. – J.C. Penney

Blessings, Jay

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Dusty Rayburn said…
What do I need... to let go of the key to my cell of my own construction and allow Jesus complete control.

As for prayers... I'm trying to round up some support to help out a family who are dear friends of mine. They need a new heater/ac, and a bathroom/kitchen makeover (to make them wheelchair friendly.)
kelybreez said…
Love to see how you loved people last night. The unsung songs are sometimes loudest, and most beautiful.
Jay Cookingham said…
Thanks Bro'...your point is spot on...that unsung song is ringing loud in my heart today.
Jay Cookingham said…
Dusty, I appreciate and admire you honesty. I will be praying for you and for your friends.
jasonS said…
Well, you know how you can pray for me. I just need strength to stand in all God's called me to do. I want to be unwavering! I know He's got provision covered so that's not an issue--my worrying about how and when it comes, that's the issue. :)

This is a beautiful story, Jay. Thank you so much for sharing it.
Jay Cookingham said…
Praying for you Jason, I understand that position all too well. Thanks Bro'
Glynn Young said…
I think God drops those angels named Pete in our lives to show us what joy in the Lord truly is. Great post, Jay.
Jay Cookingham said…
Amen Glynn, I believe you're right. Thanks Bro'
S Etole said…
What beauty there is in a worshiping heart.
Jay Cookingham said…
So true Susan...I'm desperate for that kind of attitude! Thanks!
SandraHeskaKing said…
Oh. This is an oh moment.
Jay Cookingham said…
I know...it was for me, thanks Sandra

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