That Fresh Feeling

There must be always remaining in every person’s life some place for the singing of angels—some place for that which is breathlessly beautiful. . . . The commonplace is shot through now with new glory—old burdens become lighter, deep and ancient wounds lose much of their old, old hurting.

A crown is placed over our heads that for the rest of our lives we are trying to grow tall enough to wear. Despite all the crassness of life, despite all the hardness of life, despite all the harsh discords of life, life is saved by the singing of angels.
- Howard Thurman, The Mood of Christmas