I know that music can plant seeds in the most apparently dry and unyielding of soil. Those seeds are sometimes seeds of knowledge, but more often of the wonder that seeks knowledge…. Music shapes the memory, and memory shapes the person. Advent is when we remember that God came to earth as a tiny child, and will come again in glory at the end of the ages; it is the time when I remember that his coming in between, his coming to abide in each human heart and human memory, is a coming no less mysterious and unexpected.

Singing Christmas carols in school as a non-Christian child gave me the story of Christ’s birth.  It also gave me wonder.