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Topic: Music (03/08/07)
TITLE: Voice of a Thousand Angels
By Jennifer Wetter
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Our feet paced the floors and our wings glided gently behind us. We were told to remain here. When He was ready for us we would know. The group of angels I paced with was selected for a special mission, according to God.
”Patience, “I silently muttered to myself. An angel being told to wait is like a puppy being told not to chew on newspaper. It’s agonizing for both of us, although the puppy has it worse because he doesn’t know better. But they sure are awfully cute, though.
I had heard rumors that some singing was involved with God’s mission. I couldn’t help but wonder why he wanted us to sing, especially me. I know he’d heard my voice and pondered how many times he had to cover his ears.
I gently frowned as my mind was pulled back to the first day with the Angelic Choir. I resigned myself to taking the class because no other courses were available at this time.
Our music teacher said, “An angel who can’t sing is like a bird that can’t fly or a cow that can’t moo.” (i.e. An angel must know how to sing or well you’re not an angel). At least that is certainly what I seemed to understand.
Class started out much like any other music class should. We practiced singing our vowels and other musical sounds. The teacher broke us into small groups to hear us sing. Then he announced we would sing solos in front of the entire class. I abruptly fainted upon hearing the word singing and solo in the same sentence. Up to this point I managed to mouth the words without another angel noticing.
My eyes were forced upon with the stench of rotten eggs and roaring laughter. I glanced around to see every other angel pointing and staring. A fainting angel had never been heard of until now.
The teacher snickered, “Thank you for volunteering, you’re up first.”
I protested, “But I am not ready. And I can’t……”
“You can’t what…., “he asked.
I whispered in his ear, “Sing.”
He roared his head back in laughter, “An angel who can’t sing. This I have to see.”
By now I had the entire angelic chorus attention, all staring and all with mouths agape.
“Sing,” the teacher demanded. “You don’t have a choice.”
I balled up my fists, sneered and march slowly to the front of the room. My mind wandered as to what I should sing. I pondered a rendition of Handel’s Messiah should be suitable.
My mouth opened but instead of beautiful melodies and harmonies, my vocals reverberated like a yowling cat. I was later told it sounded more like an angel running his fingers down the blackboard.
Every hand in the room managed to cover every ear in the room. I don’t think I could even finish counting the bulging eyeballs or gaping mouths. Yes, the truth was revealed I was angel who could not sing and now everyone knew.
Tears flooded down my eyes as I fled searching for a method to make myself invisible. I sniffled a vacation sounded like a brilliant idea, only problem was convincing God to let me go. Earth was sounding like a perfect location, I nodded in agreement.
My thoughts were interrupted by joyful shouting and yelling.
“Christ the Savior was just born in Bethlehem tonight, “another angel quipped. “God is almost ready for us. He said we needed to get in line.”
I prodded the shoulder next to me, “What is it we’re supposed to do?”
“We’re supposed to do what we do best, “a voice answered.
I cringed,” And what’s that supposed to be.”
“Sing,” he laughed. “Now come on, the King is awaiting his introduction.”
God, I pleaded. Please don’t let be a mistake. God didn’t make mistakes so maybe this was just clerical error.
Just I began to go and ask, the halls of Heaven quickly disappeared. The comfort of heaven was replaced by the blackness of a cloudless midnight sky. Down below shepherds had fallen to their knees and stared at the brilliance of white above them.
Tonight my voice echoed among a thousand others, “Glory to God in highest heaven, and peace on earth and goodwill toward men." (Luke 2:14)
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