One Christmas season several years ago, I found myself feeling disappointed that I was missing the quiet and holy calm of Christmas—the pure sense of it I so loved. Anticipating being surrounded by a commercial atmosphere and feeling sorry for myself, I decided to take a walk and soon found myself in a crowded shopping mall.
Turning to head out, I heard the rich, distinct tones of a trumpet playing the first line of the Christmas carol “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing.” I listened, and in moments the majestic sound of a brass octet resonated throughout the mall, one beautiful carol after another.
People from all walks of life stopped what they were doing and gathered around to listen. Families of shoppers, store owners, vendors with handcarts, and children of all ages sitting cross-legged on the floor, were all focused on the ensemble and the beauty of the music.
