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In the Bleak Midwinter

Whenever I listen to this version of this carol, I am struck by how the music is advanced by the power of voices singing in both unison and harmony. There is no polarization, no choosing of sides with one side ridiculing the other; only young and old, those who can sing and who are tone deaf, men, women and children each contributing to the power that comes from unity rather than division.

Someone wrote the music and someone wrote the lyrics but it is the voices coming together that give the carol its power to move us. It is the power that is only found in voices singing together rather than yelling at each other.

Too often, as I listen to the relentless acrimony that fills our days now I feel as if we are living in a perpetual bleak midwinter; a cold, point in time when water is like stone and what birds there are stand still as if made of iron. I often wonder what kind of society we could advance if we spent less time accusing and blaming and ridiculing each other and more time coming together to contribute to the music we all want.

It will never happen in my lifetime. I accept that but I often wonder what it would be like if it did.

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  • oldwhiteguy

    we Christians think it will happen. I, like you will probably not live to see it.

    • MaggiesBear

      My hope is that my grandchildren will live to see it. I worry about their future because of the mess we are bequeathing to them. Merry Christmas to you and to your family.