Topic: Holidays/Vacations
I got to go to church on Sunday. Last week I missed being there because I had no voice. My cold had turned into laryngitis and I couldn't even make a squeek. All week I've been whispering and wheezing at my family. My teens finally started whispering back at me.....then they were trying to startle me to hear me 'scream' without a voice. (kind of a high pitched wheeze) They're evil that way....
It was nice to be back in church. I just hate missing during the holidays especially. I love the decorations, lights, smiles, hugs and songs. It is killing me that I can't sing them out this year. I'm still a little hoarse (not a pony, hoarse!). So I just quietly sang my own little alto part during the worship time. If I sing loudly (like, say...in the car), it comes out as hoarse at first and then...all of a sudden, HONK! I'm serious, that is just what it sounds like...it's awful! So there I was, mouthing the words, pretending to sing. The spirit was willing, but the vocal chords were weak.
Then our worship leader introduced a song, not a Christmas song, but as we sang it, the spirit of Christmas was felt in every heart. I'll just post the second verse and you'll see why. And as I sat there, pretending to sing, tears were pouring out of my eyes. Messiah came, He came as a frail human being....a baby born to a poor family, working hard to help support them, studying in the synagog, growing in favor with God and man. And all the time He was El Shaddai, God Almighty..... it's enough to make you shout!
....if only I could!
El shaddai, El shaddai,
El-elyon na Adonia,
Age to age You're still the same,
By the power of the Name.
El shaddai, El shaddai,
Erkamka na Adonai,
We will praise and lift You high,
El shaddai.
Through the years You've made it clear,
That the time of Christ was near,
Though the people couldn't see
What Messiah ought to be.
Though Your Word contained the plan,
They just could not understand
Your most awesome work was done
Through the frailty of Your Son.
El shaddai, El shaddai,
El-elyon na Adonai,
Age to age You're still the same,
By the power of the Name.
El shaddai, El shaddai,
Erkamka na Adonai,
I will praise you till I die,
El shaddai.
