Friday night the choir visited the home of a sweet lady who is dealing with a debilitating illness, and is not able to leave her house very often. I got to tag along, and was overwhelmed by the beauty of the music they sang. To my ears their pitch was perfect, their timing impeccable and their harmony divine. Their music filled that home with a beautiful spirit that complimented and amplified the sweetness of their sound.
I felt the Christmas Spirit touch me in a way I haven't felt for years. It wasn't an excitement for Christmas and seeing the kids open their presents. Rather, it was a calm assurance that He lives. That He really did come to earth. Angels did announce His birth. And His promises are sure.
During their opening number, "The First Noel", I couldn't help but watch their audience - this wonderful lady and her husband who were facing a grim future over the weeks and months ahead. Their hope and faith in the Savior was radiating from their faces as they listened.
The Christmas Spirit was in that home - because the choir was giving service and because their audience was echoing their song with faith in the Savior.
My heart sang.