During these difficult times, we all need a glimpse of heaven. When I listened to this choir, I was deeply moved by their innocence and remembered an incident, which I describe below. Enjoy.
In February of 1987 a Nor’easter hit the Atlantic States, dumping over a foot of wet snow on Long Island, NY. I was teaching in a small college in Huntington, on the North Shore. The snow fell rapidly and soon the roads were nearly impassable. My youngest was at daycare, and I left the college to pick him up.
I’ve never liked driving in snow. My old Dodge Dart didn’t like it either. It slide back and forth along the streets like a toboggan without the laughter. Visibility was near zero, and my old windshield wipers didn’t help. Six miles never seemed so formidable.
“Mommy, I’m scared,” my three-year-old whimpered. I tried to reassure him and suggested he ask the angels for help. Within minutes he was giggling and I questioned why.
“Don’t you see them, mommy? The angels. They are playing games with me.” He pointed to the hood of the car and described each one. I saw only mounds of snow.
When I heard the children’s choir sing Hallelujah, I thought back to the snow storm. Our children see what we often cannot see and through their innocent eyes, we sometimes glimpse heaven.
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