joy to the world

church was hoppin’ today.  i go to a little white church tucked in the historic district.  we have pews.  and sing hymns.  you know, the ones in books.  anyways, someone sneaked a christmas song in this morning.  the organ lady was rocking out, but the people were singing so loud you couldn’t hear the organ.  (i know, you’re jealous.  organs are hip.)

joy to the world, the savior reigns!

let men their songs employ;

while fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains

repeat the sounding joy,

repeat the sounding joy,

repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.

a pastor once said you could listen to a congregation sing to tell how they were spiritually.  when you turn the sound system off, what do you have left?  it occurred to me that one of the reasons our congregation could sing was because they had never stopped.  i was in a room full of praise band virgins.  they didn’t come to church to enjoy a performance, they came to lift the roof.  the other reason they could sing was, well simply, they couldn’t help it.

the savior reigns indeed.

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