December 14, 2003

• Harmonies make me happy ....

  A friend made that comment as I told them about my sheer
  delight when I joined gospel choir a while back. Since pam, yee
  and Joanne have all moved away, I haven't had the chance to help with
  worship or with musical ensembles.  Next
  to my love for God, music must certainly be my second greatest life
  passion -- especially music that speaks deeply from the heart ...
  poetic words that somehow resonate with your heartstrings and touch
  realms that prose would never reach. I wrote this a while back when I
  was getting frustrated with serving God, wondering if my labor was
  sometimes in vain.

  To which of these depths do I now go?
  the writer must choose to live in poetry or prose.

  To dwell in depths of loneliness and pain,
       made deeper and deeper by the mind's refrains?
  To reach heights of hope and joy,
       from great darkness arise and true living employ?
  To plain and ordinary living, day-by-day
       or dreams of places far-far away
       Wonder found in the determined gaze
       Joyfully trusting his perfect ways.

  To which of these depths do I now go?
  Do I choose now to live in poetry or prose?

  I was thinking about harmonies today as we were practicing
  some Christmas carols to sing these next few weeks before Christmas.
  Have you ever been to Hotel del Coronado during the Christmas season
  and noticed these carollers dressed in traditional victorian garb
  singing these beautiful four part harmonies of familiar songs? That'd
  be us these next two Sundays. Look for us before service around the
  Christmas tree at CBC.

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