“And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah”
(Leonard Cohen – ‘Hallelujah’)
With a shout of “Hallelujah” I give a silent word of thanks for a favorable medical outcome for a friend. A wonderful Christmas blessing…a gift…a “thank you”.
When we say this word, what exactly are we saying? It’s not an English word, it’s a combination of two Hebrew words: Halal, which means “praise”…and Jah, which is the shortening of Jehovah, a name of God.
Isn’t it interesting that even those who claim to be non-believers still say this word or something similar when relief is felt? “Thank God”…”Amen”…”Hallelujah.” It seems to be a reflex reaction of thanks. Makes you think a little, doesn’t it?
I believe that within the soul is a mark that was placed there before the beginning of time – it knows to Whom it belongs. And when a cry for help or a shout of relief goes out – it knows exactly where it’s being sent. You just, literally, can’t help yourself.
At this time of the year when the Christian celebration of Jesus’ birth surrounds us, I can’t help but think that the reluctant souls feel a little pin prick of a nudge toward truth. It doesn’t like it – it doesn’t want to be pushed…yet, there it is.
Perhaps that’s why there seems to be a wish to wipe all traces of God from our society these days. Try as it may, it will fail. The soul knows.