Marion Hanold

In this time of pandemic/election angst/economic meltdown, I feel some of my deepest gratitude for singing:

  • If my 18-year-old son is singing, I know he is having a decent day.
  • My 86-year-old dad still belts out “On the Twelfth Day of Christmas…” and brings the house down.
  • When Dave’s and my a cappella group assembles (for brief rehearsals in small groups, masked, appropriately distanced), I feel the joy brought by raising my voice in harmony with others.
  • When I cannot absorb one more death or violent act through racism or white supremacy, I seek out Jessye Norman or Voces8 or Take Six or Chanticleer’s performances via Spotify or YouTube and let my hurting heart be washed by beautiful singing.
  • Singing “Hear I Am Lord” always reminds me with Whom I sing and in Whom I serve.
  • For deeply sad times, I remember how comforted I am by the song, “I Believe in the Sun [Even When It’s Not Shining].”

Let Us Pray:

O come, let us sing to the Lord;
let us make a joyful noise
to the rock of our salvation!
Let us come into his presence
with thanksgiving;
let us make a joyful noise
to him with songs of praise!
Psalm 95:1–2

Perhaps you can list 2–3 things, people, or aspects
of your life for which you are thankful today.

Be a writer for gratitude: Kenilworth Union Church invites you to become part of a gratitude journey, diverse members within the church will author these devotions. Find out more here.

Posted on October 14, 2020