We got caroled on last Sunday. They came in the evening, dressed for Texas Christmas weather and stood at our door and sang at us, for us, with us. I love it and so does my bride.
Our church, First Presbyterian in Waco, does this for Marty. They get their merry band of song birds together and get in cars, vans and a bus and go to nursing homes, home bound folks and our house and sing. It never fails to make Marty smile and when Marty smiles it makes me smile and I suspect it makes the song birds smile just a little.
We got a little Joy to the World, Silent Night, Jingle Bells and We Wish You a Merry Christmas. The voices were strong and mostly in tune and Marty, who is a little self-conscious about her very being and her singing, sang with them, “Joy to the world, the Lord is come”, joy to the world indeed.
Along with the adults and youth there were two young female children, Lily and Ella standing right in the doorway, right in front of Marty, right in her sight line through all of the songs. They sang but mostly they did what one might call interpretive dance using their arms and legs to proclaim Joy to the World.
After the singing and dancing familiar faces came up to Marty and gave her polite hugs and touched her hand. In case you need to know, she loves human contact. The little girls, Lily and Ella stood there and then looked at Marty and said, “Can we give you a hug?” Marty hesitated, I think a little surprised from the polite request and then said, “Sure.”
I moved Marty’s chair a little closer so these two beautiful children, these two gifts from God could get close enough to hug my wife, the woman who too often is overlooked because she is in a wheelchair, the woman some shy away from because of her brokenness.
I watched these children; these amazing babies teach all of us a lesson in grace and acceptance as they innocently embraced Marty.
I love kids this age, they are so uninhibited, so full of very simple joy, so full of the happiness of life. They don’t have hate in their heart; they just wanted to give a little love to a woman with a broken body. They don’t care that we have important people in our world saying hateful things. They care about the moment, they care about dancing, they care about releasing their joy.
These children and millions like them are the reason we care when important people spew hate and they are the reason it’s important we call out the hatred. These beautiful children are the reason I have faith that my fellow human travelers will know hate and will fight against it, these children are the sign that God is still with us even in the face of fear, anger and hate.
That Sunday we really were blessed, blessed by the people of our church who would give of their time, blessed by the music they made, blessed by the parents of these precious babies who came to our door, and blessed by the sweetness of youth as they made Marty feel right, normal and important for just a minute on a December Sunday.
Thank you Lily and Ella, you delivered a Christmas gift to a grateful husband and wife.