I have always loved the lights of Christmas. From the single light in each window of my childhood home to the lights draped on homes, parks and shopping centers, the lights of the season were welcoming and enchanting. For a few years I had the privilege of singing with the Mormon Youth Chorus and on the day after Thanksgiving, we sang in the Tabernacle with the doors flung open as the switch was thrown and Temple Square was flooded with light. In moments like those I could picture how the angels felt as they heralded the coming of the Light of the World.
It is unlikely that I was one of the angels seen in the field on that holy night singing, but wherever I was on that sacred night, I am sure I was singing then as I sing now, “Glory to God, Glory to God, Glory to God in the Highest!” He had sent His Son, “love’s pure light… the dawn of redeeming grace.” In every “dark street shineth the everlasting Light.” “Light and life to all He
brings, ris’n with healing in His wings”. “The heav’nly star its rays afar on ev’ry land is throwing, and shall not cease till holy peace in all the earth is growing.” “Born to raise the sons of earth. Born to give them second birth.” “Fear not…Glad tidings of great joy I bring, to you and all mankind.”