This morning everybody came for the dress rehearsal. Everybody means soloists too.
I had such a great time!! I love Bach and singing with a group of good musicians is the greatest pleasure. I am in the first row of the 50-person choir and I can see the backs of the flutists, oboists, and bassoonists. But what I really see is music, and not the shapes of their backs. As their bodies move with the music, I feel so happy to be part of it. I once read that it may be hard for musicians to believe they need God because in music you feel oneness with this "Something" bigger than you, and many musicians have tasted this worldly best version of feeling whole, they think that IS the best, not knowing the best anyone can encounter in great music is only the second best, comparing to what God has promised as being one with Him. But for this morning, I felt I was in heaven.
When the organ helped build the Dona Nobis Pacem, I thought I was gone. I felt like I had come out of the physical limitation of my body and I became shapeless. This experience of abandonment delighted me greatly. It fed me emotionally. And it rained today. I wanted to kneel down to give thanks. Only a beautiful God can create beautiful things like Bach's music and rain and autumn leaves.
This is the first rain for Yoko and Marb. They sat by the screen door side by side and lost themselves in the pitter-patter of rain. I watched them watching rain, and whatever was on TV suddenly lost all it's power. I turned off the TV and joined them.
Bach. Rain. Today is a good day.
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