I love how traveling opens our eyes and ears to new sights and sounds. Take magpies for instance. We don’t have magpies in Kentucky, or at least not that I’ve seen. And swans! The lakes are full of beautiful swans, so graceful and white. I didn’t know that swans rest with one foot tucked up on their back almost like a rudder. As we walk the streets of Copenhagen on a perfect blue-sky day, I hear the usual city sounds accompanied by voices speaking other languages. And church bells. I hear church bells.
I know we have church bells in Kentucky, and we hear them sometimes, especially in small towns. But these bells were every 15 minutes, presumably calling worshippers to come. Not just a mild ding-dong sound, these bells were clanging like Quasimodo himself was up there swinging on the rope!! Hearing the bells and seeing the huge old-world church buildings made me wonder what it must have been like to be in Copenhagen when World War II ended, and all the church bells were going crazy with joy.
Crazy with joy… Like a child at Christmas. Like on your wedding day and the rest of your life is in front of you with the one person God placed next to you. Crazy with joy at the news of the birth of a child or grandchild. Crazy with joy… Like the Angels at the news that another name has been written in the Lamb’s book of life. Like the Father felt when his prodigal son returned. Crazy with JOY… Like the Disciples at the news that Christ had risen from the dead, that He is ALIVE!!!
Featured image: the bells I heard were coming from this church, the oldest in Copenhagen as we were told by a gentleman coming out of the church yard as we passed. Indeed, St. Petri Church is the oldest preserved church in Copenhagen. Click here for more information on this beautiful landmark.