Your True Tales
April 2004 – Page 26

Hark, the Herald Angels Sing
by Mel Shrum

On Christmas Eve night, about 3:00 a.m., 1978 in Klammath Falls, Oregon, I was suddenly aware and awakened by a choir singing. The house was in new construction, miles from the nearest church. I strained to hear any words that I could understand or a tune that I could identify, but I could not understand the language or tune. I did get a feeling of "angelic" exaltation, reverence and gladness of heart. This was truly a heavenly choir lifting their voices on high, singing hosanna in the highest, in an unknown tongue, without accompaniment of instruments. I examined the television, but it was turned off, as was the radio. I explored outside, but the singing was not heard outdoors. The way the countless male, female and children's voices entwined together, the tonals going from operatic highs to the deepest bass voices in perfect harmony. It must have lasted about 10 minutes, but it was touching for an eternity.

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