I was listening to Christmas music on an early run this morning and heard the familiar tune and words: "Sing choirs of angels, sing in exaltation..." I stopped for a moment--right in the middle of the street--and wondered what that would sound like. What would it sound like if choirs of angels started singing in exaltation? And then believe it or not, I heard it. A choir of angels. They were singing from inside of me: inside of my heart, inside of my head, deep from my soul. And I started to weep as I realized the simplest truth: the choirs of angels aren't outside of us. They are inside. And they are beautiful: their voices, their light, their very being is amazingly holy and beautiful. Glory to God, indeed.
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