"Let the saints be joyful in glory: let them sing aloud upon their beds."
~ Psalm 149:5 ~
"Yes," said Amos R. Wells, "let all Christians sing, even on beds of pain. Let all Christians sing, even songs in the night, even songs in prison, like Paul and Silas. Few lives are so songful as they might be and should be. Most lives are groanful. Most lives are full of complaint, meditated if not uttered aloud.
"As Phillips Brooks once cheerily said, ' True religion sings here, and will sing more hereafter. Distrust your religion unless it is cheerful, unless it turns every act and deed to music, and exults in attempts to catch the harmony of the new life.' We read of the mystical 'music of the spheres,' that unheard anthem of praise made by the stars in their majestic march through the sky. May it not be made, not by the stars at all, but by praiseful human hearts?
"It is always possible to find an excuse for good cheer, a fine reason for singing. Here is an excuse that Oliver Herford once thought up:
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December;
A magnificent thing
And sweet to remember:
"We are nearer to spring
Than we were in September."
I heard a brid sing
In the dark of December.
"Yes, and in the same vein, however gloomy our surroundings may be, we can always remember that we are one day nearer heaven than we were yesterday - one day nearer our eternal joy and peace.
"What if it is dark around us now, and cold, and stormy? The endless spring is drawing near! Flowers are coming, bird songs are coming, soft breezes adn blue skies are coming! Every dark day brings the bright days nearer."
",We cannont weigh or number our blessings, neither can we weight or number our feelings of gratitude to Thee, O God."
- Streams in the Dessert, Vol. 2, December 4th