It’s complete pandemonium, folks!
The crowd roars as the team is announced.
They break into song as the players stride to the podium.
The roar is deafening as they hoist the championship trophy.

It is ours.
After decades of waiting
and a lifetime of work,
we have won it!
Pure joy!

This is the scene as the Leicester City Foxes are declared the English premier League Champions. A “5,000 to 1” shot. Improbable. Impossible. Impeccable. Perfection.

This is the scene as our name is announced: ________________, our winner and champion. The crowd roars its approval!

The Communion of Saints? No, it’s the hills: they have burst forth in song, and the mountains have joined in perfect harmony.

My goodness,
The birds are a-flutter,
their nests all a-teeter,
as their perches give way in applause.

Good grief,
the branches themselves are a-titter,
clinking and clapping,
tipping and tapping.
Nature itself has joined the celebration.

What of the foxes?
What of the birds?

“Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head,” But Jesus said, “… follow me.” ~ Matthew 8: 20, 22

He who commands the seas,
and the skies
and the stars of night,
Has orchestrated this celebration.

And you, Dear Child, are its reason.

For you shall go out in joy, and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you
shall burst forth in song, and all the trees of the field shall
clap their hands. ~ Isaiah 55:12