I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

Each Sunday morning as we prepare for our church meetings we listen/watch to the weekly broadcast of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. It is called "Music and the Spoken Word". Each Sunday there is an inspirational message followed by a related number.
This weeks message was especially good and that is why I want to share it with you. It is a story about the great American poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I am including the text of the message below:

Longfellow's Christmas

Sleigh bells and laughter pierced the stillness of softly falling snow, as the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow family, bundled in winter wool, whisked along in their horse-drawn sleigh. The five children giggled with delight.

Then, ringing down snow-packed lanes, across fields, and through the wooded hills and valleys pealed the bells—solo steeple bells and choirs of carillon bells—playing the familiar carols of Christmas. The Longfellow family delighted in their message of joy and peace.

But a few months later, fire ravaged their home. Trying desperately to rescue his wife Fanny, Henry was terribly burned. Three days later, on their 18th wedding anniversary, Fanny was buried - while Henry, confined to bed, fought to live—fought for the will to live.

Two Christmases came and went. Henry wrote, “How inexpressibly sad are the holidays.” “‘A merry Christmas’ say the children, but that is no more for me.” On Christmas Day, 1864, he wrote:

“And in despair I bowed my head;

‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said;

For hate is strong and mocks the song

Of peace on earth, good will to men.”

At some time, each of us echoes the question of his broken heart: When pain, grief, and loneliness overwhelm us, where is the music of hope and peace?

For Henry, the answer came at Christmas. As the rising sun burnished the windows of the Longfellow home brilliant gold, pealing through the crisp morning air, came a clear, joyous ringing…Christmas bells.

From his lonely desk, Henry heard them. In that instant, his broken heart was healed. Renewed, he plunged his pen into fresh ink, and joyfully drew it across a sheet of snow white paper…

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,

And wild and sweet the words repeat

Of peace on earth, good will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way,

The world revolved from night to day

A voice, a chime, a chant sublime

Of peace on earth, good will to men!

Christmas bells still ring out a clear message: Out of suffering and despair, joy can flourish anew, and hope and peace be reborn. Peace on earth. Peace in each broken heart.

And so, as the bells pealed on, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow finished his carol of hope and faith:

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep,

“God is not dead; nor doth He sleep!

The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail,

With peace on earth, good-will to men!”

I learned a lot from this message and I was deeply moved. I will never listen to this Christmas song the same way again.