Days ago, I remembered when my niece was a little girl of five years. The trip to the Kindergarten was considerably long for some time, until we got the pass to a new school closer to home. But the fatigue of the trip was only for her father or her mother, depending on who had to take her that day, because she despite her young age definitely did not notice it. I was so happy, that since I got on public transport until I got off, for almost 40 minutes of traveling, I was singing loudly and not caring at all! Many people, including the transportation driver, smiled. I am sure that more than once, without intending to and without knowing it, his contagious joy was able to change someone's day.
Today, very early in the morning, when the sun still does not appear on the horizon, I often wake up with the trills of the birds that filter through the window. In the darkness, they announce and greet with enthusiasm and energy the imminent dawn.
This reminds me of the story of Fanny Crosby (1820-1915), author of numerous and inspired hymns that we still sing in churches. Fanny was blinded very shortly after being born as a result of a medical error. He always prayed to the Lord asking for his address before writing any hymn. From the absolute darkness of her blindness, Fanny knew how to enlighten the lives of millions of people through her prolific work. She had another kind of inner light. In spite of having spent practically all his private life seeing the colors of the day, he could glimpse beyond the darkness of this world, the Dawn of the dawns, when the eternal dawn breaks in clarity and the light of Christ the Lord fills each corner, every moment of an infinite day ... without sun. This excites me, since the most luxuriant and exuberant imagination is hardly able to perceive how that moment will be without time.
Today we sing in the churches. I like to do it, since this, besides praising Our Lord, is also letting escape - transcending the emotions and feelings of human nature - that light that Our Lord put in our hearts one day.
My little daughter sang out loud because she could not contain the torrent of joy and happiness that came from the depths of her heart. Fanny Crosby did it because her light burned inside her if she did not show it. The birds chirp enthusiastically each morning anticipating the impending dawn. We sing, beyond natural circumstances and emotions, announcing that supernatural hope of Eternal Life that God saw fit to put in our hearts on the day that sealed us with His Spirit.
"Rather, as it is written: Things that eye did not see, nor ear heard, Nor have they risen in the heart of man, They are those which God has prepared for those who love him."
(1 Corinthians 2: 9 RV60)