You all know what it is like at the airport during the holidays, cars piled up in big traffic jams. You can't even get up to the curb these days of the year. There was a woman who went out to the airport to pick up some friends who were coming to visit her at Christmas time. She could only get as close as about a block away, but she could see her friends standing at the curb. So she got out of the car, and hollered, "Alice, Kathy, over here, over here." They heard this familiar voice, picked up their bags, and went over to her car. The man in the car behind her stuck his head out of the window, and said, "Excuse me ma'am, but would you mind hollering for Harold?"

I always imagined it was a voice like that Isaiah had in mind when he wrote, "O Zion, herald of good tidings, lift up your voic…