“Now that you’ve retired ma what do you plan to do?” asked her children as she came back from work the last day at the office.
“Join a choir!” exclaimed the mother. “When your father passed on the Lord took over and I have a song to sing for the comfort He gave. When I was jobless and penniless He gave me the will to succeed and I want to praise Him! Oh, children now that I have the time I want to sing for Him and what better time than Christmas!”
The choir conductor looked at her doubtfully, “I like your enthusiasm,” he said, “but here we need voices!”
“Ah that I have sir, that I have! A voice that will glorify His name! That will rise above all others! And…”
“And what?” asked the choir conductor worriedly.
“And its Christmas time! What better time than now to sing praises to the little babe in the manger about that first Christmas after my Ben died, no money for sweets, I cried to Him above, the bell rang and the neighbours walked in with the most delicious cakes. I remember…”
“Yes, yes,” said the choir conductor irritably, “But do you have a voice?”
“A voice that will bring the rafters down with praise and thanksgiving!”
The choir conductor looked fearfully at the rafters of the old church. “We will have to do a voice test!” he said and walked to the piano. “Now sing the scales with me will you!”
She went home forlorn, her children no more little, looked at her and saw her sadness, “Ma,” they asked, “What happened?”
“I don’t have a voice to sing!”
“Of course you do!”
“I failed the voice test!”
Her children, all settled in good professions because of her looked at each other and smiled, “Ma,” they said and strangely in unison, “Ma we’ll arrange a concert for you! Just family! You write your carols of praise to the God who stood by you, we’ll come with our families and hear you sing!”
That Christmas as the choir conducted by their conductor sang in the old church, the people felt there was something missing, and at night as the conductor prayed his prayers, he asked, “What was missing today Heavenly Father?”
“Ah!” said the Heavenly Father, “We were all down the road listening to the woman with the broken voice, I and all my angels!”
“But she has no voice!”
“A voice rising from a faithful heart my son is worth a million that come from the throats of professional singers! Words rushing out in praise my son are like pearls to those composed by poets and lyricists!”
Her children were surprised to see the conductor at their doorstep the next morning, “Join the choir,” he whispered to her, “It’s voices like yours, that gladdens His heart at Christmas..!”
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8 thoughts on “A Broken Voice for Christmas..!”
Your banter today has struck the bright chords! It gave me immense confidence and courage
Am so glad.
What comes from the heart goes to the heart. Piety is far above professional expertise. The latter is yet another act from he who wants to impress and overwhelm an audience. But a sincere desire to do something with one’s heart n soul is done as His service alone. Of course this lady should get a standing ovation.
Sing from the heart. Speak
from the heart. Think from the heart are beautiful phrases not just applicable to our relationship with God but in all our interpersonal relations. Management experts say when it come to people management one should think from his heart. Human touch is a solution to a lot of problems and good for a harmonious atmosphere.
Here is an Urdu couplet which summarises your lovely story.
DIL SE JO BAAT NIKALTI HAI ASAR RAKHTI HAI
PAR NAHEEN TAKHAT E PARWAZ MAGAR RAKHTI HAI
The voice of the heart is louder and much lovelier than just a voice from the lips. Wonderful Bobby I’m sure God listens to us when we raise our voices in praise
To me It’s a motivation as I do singing ,I face criticism but what I do is remove their name from my Life’s list ..
Criticism is good when it helps you to improve rather pulling down.
Each one of us has the right to speak or sing the way we’d like to. So what if we don’t HV a “voice”. Wat cones from the heart is always good.