On Christmas day, we attended our church for a service that included a few speakers and some beautiful musical numbers. It was an uplifting meeting and a wonderful way to start Christmas Day.
The speakers were wonderful.
The music was inspiring.
The deaf child, my deaf child, rising from our pew to sing with the choir was a miracle.
When Chance was first diagnosed as being deaf, everyone was so leary to give us specifics on what he would be able to do. I understand that, but I really wanted to know if he would be able to enjoy music. Would music just be something he never knew the pleasure of hearing? Would his experience with it only be a thumping on the floor which he would feel through vibrations?
Chance had been the only member of the family able to attend choir practice and so it was that when they called up the choir, Chance alone rose from our pew and headed up to the stand. He stood confidently next to a brother who shared music with him.
At first, Chance looked around like he was assessing what exactly was going on. The songs prepared for Christmas were more intricate, more challenging. There were arrangements of several songs strung together and harmonies and solo parts. Chance had not been able to attend every practice and had in fact pleaded with me to be able to attend practice when he realized a few weeks earlier that choir was in session after church.
Soon though, Chance was reading the music, singing out with confidence, and by the end he was holding the music and turning the pages when it was time for himself and the two others sharing his music sheets.
It truly sounded as if the choir was accented by angels who joined in praise. Along with the deaf boy whose voice helped uplift a congregation.
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