Eleven Pipers Piping
Eleven Pipers Piping When Worship Carries You My youngest son just finished his Christmas concert. I love elementary Christmas concerts. There is something magical about seeing the little ones dressed in their reds and greens and singing songs about Christ's birth. Some of us have some very fond memories of Christmas concerts as children. Not all of them good memories. One more negative memory is when the music teacher handed out recorders.....I hated that instrument almost as much as my parents did. I would have rather rang instead of played the recorder. That makes me think about the eleventh day of Christmas, pipers. Pipers don’t speak. They don’t explain. They don’t fix anything. They simply play. And sometimes, in grief, words are exhausted. I know that might sound strange coming from the lips of one of the most extroverted people you will ever meet...