My brother-in-law said the most horrible thing yesterday.  I felt like I had to cover up his purposeful blunder (it is a blunder in my eyes) and sing louder just to minimize what he said.

He said he didn’t like Christmas music. And you know why? because it’s the same every year.   !!!! No, I couldn’t believe it either.

I didn’t think the liking of Christmas music was subjective, but I now realize it is so.  Especially because the very reason why he doesn’t like it, is why I love it dearly.

On Christmas Eve our church sang a medley of the oldest Christmas hymns, echoing the Joy to the World that has spilled forth in song for generations about the coming of the Savior on this precious Silent Night somewhere very far Away in a Manger.  I’m sure Wesley or Issac Watts and the other masterminds never imagined their hymns would be played on every radio station and remixed by the most obscure rock bands.  Though, I must contend that a choir will always sing the hymns the best.

Radio stations have reverted to their old songs (much to the pleasure of some), but the hymns deeply rooted in tradition will transcend time yet again and be sung next year.

I think that is wonderful.