Just as the curtain fell, so did my tears.
I didn’t expect to feel this emotion. Where on earth…?
I was visiting my girlfriend in south Florida this past week and we went to see the musical Les Miserables, French, for The Miserable. I had actually seen it before, uh…sort of, in New York years ago. Problem was, I was the miserable one that night, so tired I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Hubby and I left in the middle of the first act.
Here I was at Les Mis again, determined this time to finish seeing the performance, to hang on to every word or rather every musical note.
I love alto and tenor voices. I’m not much on soprano and bass.
As the play developed and the characters evolved, I picked out my favorite voices. The voices of characters Jean ValJean, Fantine, and Eponine. Their tenor and alto sounds were soothing and angelic.
But then all three of my favorite people died!
Initially I thought this to be the reason for my tears. It would make sense.
As we walked out I laughed to myself at the irony of it. The characters with the best voices all died.
The script took out my favorites.
Before the final curtain dropped, all three characters gathered together in a kind of spiritual unity. Their voices mingling in perfected harmony. I wanted more of them.
On the drive home I realized a truth. There was more to these three characters than their melodious rapture .
Their voices sang out more than just music. Their beautiful voices depicted beautiful lives.
Lives broken, then redeemed.
Their’s was the voice of selflessness living. Selfless giving.
Before ValJean, Fantine, and Eponine died a physical death they died another kind of death.
Death to self.
Each spent the latter part of their life denying their own comfort and safety for the sake of others.
In Galatians 2:20 we are reminded as Christians, we have been crucified with Christ, and no longer live, but Christ lives in us. Meaning, we should no longer live for our own gain but die to our selfish ways and live out the love of Christ.
The voice of sacrifice. The voice of selflessness.
A voice clothed with worthiness yet making no demands to be noticed.
A voice stripped of pride, and comfortably clothed in humility.
A voice who seeks no revenge, but leaves justice to God.
A voice thankful for any gift she can offer.
A voice we yearn to be close to.
A beautiful voice.
It’s the voice God wants for others to hear in us. The life God wants others to see through us.
And we can have this captivating, melodious voice that points to Christ. The life that points to the cross.
Our decision to die to self is made every day.
Every morning when we rise, we must choose to fall.
So daily we must ask ourselves this question: When the “audience” sees my life, will they want more of Christ?
When the final curtain falls, did I sing out His love?
Will a tear be shed because of a beautiful voice?