Just Sing It



Our family is just strange. There is no other way to explain it. Some people define it as special. I don't care either way, I like it.

Our Christmas dinner was great. My other cousins came over to Mom's house. This time the party was for 11 and two halves (twins in the womb), which still takes a lot of preparation. The difference was that the cousins came in and it was as though no one had missed the entire year of not seeing each other. There was a familarity that makes family. . .well, family. There was girl talk between the girls and ping pong between the boys. Then there were the adults and they do whatever it is that adults do. Cook? Talk? Who knows. Then once everyone was unloaded it was straight to dinner, not forgetting the blessing. The time honored tradition on this side of the family is to sing the blessing. Every person on this side of the family reads music. Every person has something to do with music in their lives today. Some of us lead the music, some of us play the music, some of us study the music, some of us sing the music and some of us hire the music (me). So we are musicians and we sing our blessing. Joy to the World the Lord has Come!!! & The Doxology. Amen, let's eat. No reason for saying anything, just pray/sing and eat. I think my Dad should start a musician's church. No preaching, only singing and reading of the text. What a way to honor God. Just sing it. (Sounds like a slogan) Then we eat. Then we eat some more. Then we start singing again. Then we sing some more. Musicians. No point in talking to them. . . Just sing it.