In recent weeks I have been privileged to enjoy multiple opportunities to reflect upon the significance of giving thanks. In community with family and friends, here in California and across the country in cities like Baltimore and Philadelphia, I have been blessed to safely gather with loved ones. This Advent especially, I am grateful for health, for friendships, and for the ability to travel yet again.
At a recent memorial for a deceased friend, one of his sons beautifully sang the spiritual, “Swing Low Sweet Chariot.” The lyrics posted below ground me in the notion of journey…and redemption…and the concept of “home.” As I understand the history of the song, it was written long ago by slaves who yearned to be re-united with their communities. Here is an inspiring rendition from “The Plantation Singers,” a professional a-cappella group. I share this in the spirit of us affirming all who have gone before us- their struggles and their accomplishments – so as to recognize the blessings afforded to us today.
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry he home
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Coming for to carry he home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
If you get there before I do
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my friends I’m coming too
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Keeping the Faith 