It often happens while celebrating our Sacred Liturgy. I love every beautiful Word of the Holy Mass. The prayers touch me deeply. It happened during the Opening Hymn tonight at the Christmas Eve Mass. The Manger scene was so sweet, the Poinsietta’s were beautiful, and the Church was full to over capacity. I opened my mouth to sing “Joy to the World”, and the tears started flowing like a river. I was in the very front row, so probably no one saw me, yet I had to dab my eyes to read the hymn text.
When we got home, my mind filled with memories of Christmases past. Not all of them were Merry, but most of them were. In my early twenties, our Choral Group sang the Oratorio, Handel’s “The Messiah”. I was a very Secular Catholic back then, and didn’t have a personal relationship with Christ. Yet every year I looked forward to singing “The Messiah”. I enjoyed the richness of the Music, but the Text went right over my head. We sang:
“All we like sheep have gone astray; we have
turned every one to his own way; and the
Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all”
We sang:
“Life up your heads, O ye gates; and
be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and
The King of glory shall come in.
Who is the King of glory? The Lord of Hosts,
He is the King of glory”
It meant nothing to me at the time. Now it means everything worth anything.
In thinking about the many Happy Christmas memories, I felt grateful for the privileges granted me. Still, in all my 81 years, never have I felt the Joy of the Coming of the Lord more than this year.
I wish for you dear friends, Joy. May you have a deep, abiding Joy.
Joy, Joy, Joy.



