And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night…. Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
~Luke 2:8,13-14 (NIV)
Every Christmas, my Grandfather would read those words to all of us as we sat waiting to open our presents. He would go into an exposition about how he imagined himself being there on the fields as the hosts of heaven glorified God in their midst. We would wonder at his words for a moment before tearing into the treasures. He desperately prayed for all of us to understand the Gift of God. Although I do not remember him saying much, I do remember he would always clear his throat before speaking to get everyone’s attention. His words spoke truth and light into all he came across. There is a power in words and in the way they are spoken or written.
While studying counseling in college, the professor instructed us to teach our students how to heal through the written word. Often a letter to the person would be enough to allow the emotions to be released in a healthy manner. The letter would go unread to its intended recipient, but it would tear down the walls in the writer’s life that needed to be rebuilt. Those internal defenses caused rifts in relationships that could only be healed through the words waiting to be written. There is a power in writing words that can mend a broken heart.
Today, I write to let these words lead us to the truth and allow my heart to mend. It is hard to articulate those words when such a man leaves us to the next life. Yet I know he has joined that heavenly host in praise for eternity. The light he spoke to us is now brought to the highest Light and echoed in the fields of our minds. I write to tell you there is a Light; the true Word of God that was spoken to us. The Word that brings us to a life beyond the darkness. I pray these words clear your mind to that saving realization and you listen to the heart of my Grandfather.