It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

Today on the D.C. metro train…this Asian man, probably seventy years old boarded my less than crowded car and from a hymnal, began singing A cappella, this Christmas hymn. He remained standing and was nervous and his voice cracked a little bit but he did a beautiful job and then he sat down. It was beautiful and brave and I know in my heart that it was his way of witnessing his love of God and I also know that he was scared. But the kindness of his intent was so powerful that not one person on the train heckled him. The next stop was mine and I walked over and touched him and told him how beautiful his gesture was. It was lovely and I was glad that I had my sunglasses on because by the time I got to the sidewalk I wept.

Onward. ADG, II