This morning I have had O Holy Night on the brain. Like, cannot get it out of my head. So I went to You Tube in search of a good version of it.
Now, in all honesty, I am picky about O Holy Night. It has to be sung RIGHT. Don't do it if you aren't gonna do it well. I know there is a version out there somewhere with someone mocking the power voice necessity and it torks me off just a smidge. Do NOT go there y'all ... just don't!
I also don't like the mamby pamby versions where they stay at the same intesity through out ... no. Fall on your knees needs to BRING me to my knees. Bring it. Go big or go home.
Yeah ... I said I was picky.
Anyhoo ... I found a video of Carrie Underwood singing it ... and if she is doing it ya KNOW it is gonna be done well. Just sayin.
BUT, I could not find one of her doing the verse that was in my head:
Truly He taught us to love one another,His law is love and His Gospel is peace.Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother,And in His name, all oppression shall cease.Sweet hymns of praise is grateful chorus raise we,Let all within us praise His Holy Name.Christ is the Lord, oh praise His name forever.O night divine ... O night, when Christ was born.O night divine ... O night ... O Holy Night.
But, what I DID find was this.....
And suddenly, there in my living room with babies playing underfoot, little girls attempting to be ballerinas, Barbie singing in the background and the craziness of daily life abounding, it all became still. I watched as some of the greatest names in country music, hands raised and tear filled eyes, jumped to their feet in praise. And not praise of Carrie Underwood, but praise of our Lord.
And it was in that moment that I went to church. Here in my living room, for 5 minutes and 12 seconds, it was just me and Him.
And it was beautiful.