Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before him with thanksgiving and extol him with music and song.
Psalm 95:1-2I have a theory.
A working theory.
This time of year.
Why it sparkles.
Why it shines.
Yes, there is the stress of the shopping and the travel and the cooking and the wrapping and the decorating and heading over the river and through the woods.
But this season of Thanksgiving and Christmas also glows.
In every store, on every radio station, on commercials, in the mall, in our cars melodies play. Songs soar.
People find themselves humming along, singing familiar refrains. Whistling. Mentally saying the next verse.
And so many of those musical musings are praise.
Sure, there's the more cartoonish fare of reindeer and blue Christmas and Santa and the rest.
But the worship is there, all the same.
A jaded world humming praise. A skeptic society feeling their hearts soar to magnificent choruses of the season.
The earth rejoices.
Even when it's Muzac.
Sparkle. Shine. Glow.
And I smile again at the weary, the busy, the disenfranchised who are calling on His name. And bowing the knee. And they don't even realize it.
The glorious shimmer of His presence as we baste turkeys and wrap presents.