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Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth. Worship the Lord with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs. Know that the Lord is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his we are his people, the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations. Psalm 100

The songs of the season have been playing for a number of weeks now. Depending where you live, (and who you are), the Christmas music started the day after Remembrance Day (or maybe even before). Sometimes it sounds like muzak rather than music. It’s just noise. It’s not pleasing to the ear or the heart. It fills supposedly empty space, except what space is really empty and quiet these days!?

There is noise all around us. It’s sometimes loud and jarring. Causing our hearts to jump and beat faster than normal. Sometimes it’s the radio chirping at us as we drive somewhere. There’s a conversation, noise to fill the emptiness.

But this is the season of special songs. These are the songs we only sing this time of year. The first notes of the introduction kick in and immediately the song registers in our minds. We know the words and it’s a delight to join in.

The songs resonate because of who they are about. There is a sacred specialness to singing Silent Night in a church full of lit candles. There’s nothing like goosebumps when the melody of O Holy Night soars. O Come all Ye Faithful causes some introspection – do I come, do I come faithfully? Sometimes a new twist on a hymn or a familiar lyric shed a whole new light on it. Multiple versions of In the Bleak Midwinter have been playing these days and each one is unique and special in its own way.

Sometimes I just sing the carols as the songs of the season. However, each one calls me into a place of deep worship and adoration. I am inspired to wonder, to live in expectation. Often the lyrics point ahead. They remind me that this Baby came with a divine and costly purpose. His birth was announced by angels. The Father turned away when He died. Bearing the pain and price of my sin, the ultimate gift of love I could ever receive. The world will bow low when He comes again.

This Advent season, I truly want to worship. To sing the songs of the season not just because that’s what is done, but to truly engage with the joy of the long anticipated Messiah making His home among us. May I truly adore, and shout, and sing, and offer thanks, and make music in my heart to the Lord.


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