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Kangaroo Korner from Mary Lee

posted Aug 24, 2013, 9:43 AM by Bowmansville UMC   [ updated Oct 27, 2013, 11:36 AM ]

 Hello again, dear friends.  Several years ago I digested the 3 Christmas works of Paul O'Neill, writing lyrics for the Trans Siberian Orchestra, and presented them in a series of monthly articles that spanned an entire year, and which were designed to encourage us to hold the message of Christmas in our hearts all year long.  They were very well received at the time, so I thought perhaps this would be a good time to bring the first of these stories to you again, as our membership has changed a bit over the years.  So over the next 4 months, leading up to Christmas 2013, I hope you enjoy my excerpted version of the first of Paul O'Neill's wonderful story-song lyrics, presented in 4 chapters.

Chapter 1--The Angel and his Mission

 "In the moments of our lives, both the joyous and the tragic,

If the truth is to be told, we are all pursuing magic.

And the magic that we seek, as we're sure you have discovered,  

Can be found in certain places far more easily than others.  

In the sand beneath the Sphinx in the dreams of candlelight;

But the surest place of all is in the forgiving world of night.

And of all the nights throughout the year that come and gently leave,

None hold the dream of magic like the evening, Christmas Eve.

 And so, it's on this night with its promise deep within,

 As the snow now starts to fall, our story does begin...


It was Christmas Eve and the Lord looked down from above at all His children.  It had been nearly two thousand years since the birth of His Son, and turning to His youngest angel the Lord said: 'Go down to the earth and bring back to Me the one thing that best represents everything good that has been done in the name of this day.'  The angel bowed to the Lord and spreading his wings, descended from heaven to the world of man, all the while contemplating his mission.  So much had been done in the name of honoring the birth of the Christ Child.  For this day, wars had temporarily ceased, cathedrals had been built and great novels had been written.  With so little time, what could he possible find to represent all this?  As he soared above the earth, he suddenly heard the sound of church bells below.  Their tone was so beautiful that it reminded him of the voice of God.

 Looking down, he saw a small church whose bells were ringing out the carol 'Silent Night'.  As the final note died away, it was replaced by one lone voice inside the church.  It was shortly joined by a second voice that embraced the first in perfect harmony, and then another and another until a choir of voices rose throughout the night.  Enchanted by the magic of what he was hearing, the angel found himself listening until the song was finished.  As he resumed his flight through the night, he was delighted to hear the sounds everywhere, from the largest cities to the smallest villages.

Christmas--lead and we'll follow, hope and tomorrow, magic and dreams.  You are all this and more now; childhood recalls how you are visions and...    Christmas--we are your children.  You take us back whenever we call.    Each year we are here waiting, anticipating, as the snow starts to fall."

Next time: The Angel is Inspired

Love to you always,  Mary