December 16 — "When Heaven Finally Teaches the World to Sing"

Today's Reading: Revelation 7

There’s a line from American Pie that has echoed through generations: “the day the music died.” Don McLean wasn’t just mourning a tragic plane crash—he was naming something deeper, something the human soul instantly recognizes. It’s the ache we feel when beauty shatters, when innocence erodes, when the world goes off-key. Somewhere along the way, the soundtrack of humanity changed keys—darkened, fractured, fell out of rhythm. The music died, or at least, it stopped sounding like what we were made for.

Maybe that’s why songs like “I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing (In Perfect Harmony)” even exist—because deep down, we’re all trying to get the music back. Trying to recover the lost harmony. Trying to rewrite a melody we can feel but not fully remember. The longing for perfect unity is stitched into our collective DNA, but none of us can resurrect it on our own.

Enter Revelation 7. John doesn’t offer nostalgia—he offers promise. He sees a multitude no one can number, from every nation and tribe, not merely singing in unity but singing as unity. A world restored. A harmony humanity didn’t engineer, produce, or market. A song reborn—not from Earth upward, but from the throne outward.

Then verse 11 shows the angels falling on their faces, overwhelmed—not because the music died, but because the music finally came back to life. The greatest choir ever assembled is singing again, not in broken verses or half-remembered refrains, but in thunderous worship that heals creation’s long silence. Heaven isn’t mourning anymore; heaven is roaring.

And here’s the wild part: that future chorus already has a place carved out for YOU—for YOUR voice. Not a generic placeholder. Not a “maybe.” A space shaped specifically for the timbre, tone, and testimony of you. The choir would be incomplete without your voice in it. Heaven’s harmony isn’t full unless you’re singing your part.

So when that old “perfect harmony” melody drifts through your mind—or when American Pie’s lament rings true and you feel the ache of a world where music sometimes dies—remember this: your soul recognizes both the brokenness and the promise. Something in you knows the world isn’t singing right yet. And something in you knows a day is coming when all the wrong notes will resolve, and your voice will rise into the song you were always meant to join.

May the Lord tune your heart to His hope, restore any music that has died within you, and fill you with joy as you await the harmony your voice was created for.