Thursday, July 25, 2013

sporadic, but

Thursday evenings used to always mean worship team practice at Crosswalk, until junior year stresses and a new church drew me away. How wonderful it is to return after so long! I had forgotten what it felt like to play here. In this place, musicians melt away and become phials; we try our best to be God's instruments instead of worrying about our own. Somehow, even with this reduction in technical focus, the music melds effortlessly, and permeates every corner of the sanctuary. Bach knew this well: 
1) "It's easy to play any musical instrument: all you have to do is touch the right key at the right time and the instrument will play itself."
2) "I play the notes as they are written, but it is God who makes the music."
Thank you, db, for five years of inspiration.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. 
He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul; He leads me in the paths of righteousness 
for His name's sake.
Psalm 23:1-3

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