Church bells don’t ring out like they used to. You could always tell when there was a wedding or funeral, because the bells pealed for each occasion. They joyously rang – each one clanging harmoniously, as a new married couple departed the church. Their deafening, ominously slow toll, marked the departure of a soul on its way to heaven.
You could tell when the Lord’s Prayer was being said as each chime announced another petition. Some churches were able to ring out familiar hymns like “just as I am without one plea,” or “Amazing Grace.” Church holy days were defined by the ringing of the church bells at Easter and Christmas.
There were other times too, but somewhere along the line, bell ringing has become another lost tradition of the church. I miss it. Now many of those ancient giants are covered with dust and have rusted and succumbed to the elements. Like us, they wear out, have served their purpose and die.
How lovely to imagine being like those bells. We sing our hearts out until we can sing no more and then we die, but we have so much more waiting for us, when we meet our Jesus face to face.