We had a few of the children’s choirs sing in church this past Sunday, and I must admit that the youngest (“Littlest Lights”, I think they are called) entertained me the most.  Granted, that could have been because Mike and I were playing musical chairs with the other parishioners as church was amazingly full.  But those little buggers…I tell you what…

I never realized such small bodies could produce so much sound.

And the sounds produced…

I think some songs are inherently given to being enthusiastically shouted at the top of one’s lungs when one is under three-feet tall.  Enthusiastically shouted, especially if hand motions are involved.

It was fun watching the smiles in the congregation as everyone braced themselves for the next “GO!” or “MOUNNNNNTAAAAAAAINNNN!!!”

It was even more fun to watch the expressions on those kids’ faces, especially those who were waving at their parents between the hand motions for “Tell” and “Mountain” *insert wave here*

Okay, so the kiddos were not as polished as the grown-ups, but you know what?  That’s awesome.  I hope those little kiddos sing their little lungs out for years to come.

Go ahead and scream the Good News from the tops of your lungs, little ones.  Because some of us old folk seem to forget how to.