Whether it was sunny or pouring rain, warm or in the middle of a snow storm, my little choir would always sing. A few brief chords from the guitar and an opening note or two were all it took to bring them out into full song. On rare occasions when they were out of the cage during singing time I felt the brush of wings passing near my head as they flew past.
It is amazing to know that in Heaven in the presence of the King of Kings there are angels constantly praising and worshiping. The Bible tells us that they do not stop either day or night. But it was even more amazing to read that Paul and Silas sang at mid-night, chained in their cell. We have here on earth an opportunity that the angels will never have. We can be like my little fellow choir members and sing whatever comes. Don’t be surprised as you close your eyes, to feel the brush of wings passing by. God’s angels dip down to catch the grace notes so strange to them, which we have learned from Jesus at the table when the supper was done