I have been asking the Lord lately to let me hear the music of heaven.

Because it’s real. I’m convinced.

Sue heard that music. And if a deaf person can hear it, surely it’s there for me to hear also!

There were two distinct times that last summer before she began to seriously fail in health, that she looked at me and said, “Do you hear it, too? I’m hearing music!”

That was puzzling to both of us because Sue was profoundly deaf with absolutely no sound.

“What’s it sound like?” I asked. (How does a person who’s never heard sound even begin to describe sound?)

I suggested that maybe it was the vibrations from her rather loud oxygen concentrator, or from the semi truck going down the road.

“No!” she responded with an emphatic shake of her head. “It’s voices! I can hear the men singing and the women are singing soprano!” Then she wrinkled up her nose, and laughed. “But don’t tell anyone! They might think I’m crazy!”

I’m pretty confident she no longer is worrying about what people think but would be encouraging me to share this with you!

Because she’s hearing that music of heaven ‘live’ now.

I, too, want to hear the music of heaven. But I know for this to happen I need to be quiet and be listening. My soul also needs to be tuned in and filled with the glorious thoughts of the Lord!

In the rush of the season and all the activities with family and church and the focus to be all merry and bright, it’s easy enough to glibly quip that Jesus is the reason for the season.

But don’t forget that the words Silent Night come before Holy Night for a reason.

We need to be quiet and listen. And above all the din and clamor, we, too, might hear the clear voices of heaven singing in harmony before the Holy One.

“Silent Night, Holy night, Son of God, Love’s pure Light. Radiant beams from Thy holy face, With the dawn of redeeming grace!

“Silent night, Holy night, wondrous star, lend thy light; with the angels let us sing, Alleluia to our King!”