My great uncle Chris was a Welshman. In 1943 he failed to return from a bombing raid over Germany. He was the rear gunner of a Lancaster that went down over the North Sea.
He never lived to draw his pension or see his children grow up, but he died an honorable death.
His wife, Jenny, like many of the Welsh had a beautiful singing voice. Her husband's death did not silence it.
Five years after she became a widow she stood up at the Eisteddfod
(The national singing contest) and won the coveted trophy.
The people of God exiled to Babylon refused to sing. The Bible says that they "hung up their harps in the willow trees"
What has tried to rob you of your joy in life? Answer it with a song.
You might not pick up an Eeisteddfod trophy but it will sure change your world.
Jubilate.
Ian
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