Bells

This morning, I was distracted from the ‘getting-ready-for-the-day’ stuff by the ringing of church bells across the street from my hotel.  Even though I have heard it before (although granted, not here) and will hear it again, this morning I stopped in my tracks and listened.  And then I went over to the window, which happens to face the church, and looked out the window in excitement.  As though I would be able to see the bells, perhaps?  Or to see the congregation gathering?  I’m not sure.  But the sound filled me with anticipation – I had planned to attend the 11:00 service, and the bells were ringing for the 8:30 service.   I couldn’t wait to go!
And then…a lyric came to me.

Can you hear the ringing of the bells?

It’s a lyric from a song by Randy Stonehill called Bells, from way, way back in the last century.  Okay, the Eighties.  Not so long ago in some ways, and a lifetime in others.  I loved this song, and it’s hard to believe, now I’ve remembered it, that I forgot it.
Here are the rest of the lyrics:

When I was a little boy, I’d wake up on a Sunday morning and hear the ringing of the bells,
And I remember how good it made me feel inside,
It was like the Lord was saying, “Good morning, all is well,”
And I’d get dressed in a hurry and say, “Mama can you take me to where they’re ringing the bells?”

Hear the ringing of the bells,
Hear the ringing of the bells,
Ain’t it like a voice that’s calling you home after being gone so long?
If you hear that ringing in your heart, then you’ll know where you belong.

I spent my days at school chasing all those young man’s dreams,
Now we can fall under that spell,
And you’d best be mindful of what you keep or leave behind,
I turned to find I didn’t know myself so well,
But I woke up one morning and, oh, my heart was aching, and I heard the ringing of the bells.

[chorus]

I can hear them ringing, yeah,
Ringing, ringing, ringing,
Now I can hear them ringing in my soul.

Hear the ringing of the bells,
Hear the ringing of the bells,
Ain’t it like a voice that’s calling you home after being gone so long?
If you hear that ringing in your heart, then you’ll know it can’t be wrong.

And you’ll know where you belong.

And a link so that you can hear this song, as well as other lovely ones from this album  (my other favorite is Hymn).

Now, sometimes I’m like the little boy, eager with anticipation, and sometimes I have an aching heart, and am not sure I want to go.  But always, I hear the call, the pull, the ringing in my soul, and I know.   I know right where I belong.  When I am in worship, I am home.

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