A Christmas Moment, Epilog

Gong Show – “The rest of the story”

I was absolutely stunned for the first few minutes of what could only be described as God Himself singing to us through His daughter’s violin. But then I thought I heard someone say, “Come up here for a minute. I want to show you something.” As I looked around, it was curiously apparent that not everyone was as affected by what was happening in the front of the church as I was. In fact, outside of my own little world, nothing seemed to have changed at all.

A couple of teenagers two rows in front of me were whispering and giggling to the point that one of them actually snorted; which, instantly propelled the issue to the snot-bubble level.

Two or three preschoolers, who had been yappin’ the entire evening in the far back corner of the overflow section, were still at it. “He won’t stop looking at me.” “She touched me.” “That’s mine!” “I hate you.”

Out in the foyer, quite a few people were standing around visiting in muffled voices. Members of the next ‘act’ would periodically stick their heads in to get a quick check on the time left before lift off. The horn players, who were standing around nervously swaying from side to side like baby elephants, would frequently purge their spit-valves for no apparent reason.

Then, as if someone slowly turned the volume up, the music came back and the things of earth once again grew strangely dim….

This life seems to be a symphony of experience that holds out unlimited possibility to everyone with an ear for music, or an eye for beauty, or a taste for sweetness.

In 1961, I was the national poster-child for “Class Clowns of America.” Since then, I’ve spent most of my adult life purging my spit -valve in the foyer. But all of that together does not compare with the life I’ve missed while I was “yappin’ in the back.”

“Be glad then and rejoice: for I have given you the former rain moderately, and now,
I will cause to come down for you the rain, the former rain, and the latter rain, all in the first month! And the floors shall be full of wheat, and the vats shall overflow with wine and oil. And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten…..”

A Christmas Moment, Epilog


Joined January 2008

desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.