I was at the Tenor’s concert tonight at Winnipeg’s MTS Center…a good friend of mine invited me along with her…she hoped they would sing Cohen’s Hallelujah…and the didn’t disappoint. They are well known for this song, with it being a special request last year by Her Majesty the Queen during her Diamond Jubillee last year.
The line “a cold and broken Hallelujah” rings rich for me. It’s a juxtaposition to have a word of praise and jubilation and adoration combined with pain and brokenness,
So much of life is like that, complicated and messy, and intricate and exquisite, and painfully beautiful or beautifully painful…or both.
While the rafters of the hockey arena echoed in hallowed harmony this evening, I couldn’t help but think to two moments this last week, when folks have been in touch with me to express appreciation to me…for the work that I did with them, for the connection we shared, and the times we had long ago…even though the relationship for which they sought help ended painfully.
How does that happen?
That folks would be grateful, and trouble themselves to let me know that…for conversations that didn’t end “happily ever after”?
How is there such beauty of human spirit to do that?
The holiness of such gratitude extended floors me and humbles me, and calls me to contemplate the reality of the holy or broken Hallelujah
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