Last week in church, we sang Go Tell It On The Mountain during the main service.

It stood out because I don’t think I have heard that song in years.

See, I remember having church in my parent’s house in Saudi Arabia when I was a child.

Every now and then I would play the piano for the congregation while 20 or so of us sang a few songs.

Go Tell It On The Mountain was the first song I ever played in front of our little group.

I can still remember the first time  I played it.

I was nearly overcome with nostalgia when I heard it this last Sunday.

It’s funny the way things happen and then circle back again at an unexpected time.

I love you.

-Dad