As 2016 stumbles to a close, I gotta say, it’s been a weird one. I wrote recently about the deaths I have seen, and now my mind is trying to figure out all this poo-litical stuff. The two big ones are of course Trump and Brexit.
For me, 2016 started with death, it has been punctuated by death, and my most prominent memory of the close of the year, will also be of death. Continue reading
Once in while, you come across something which just grabs you. A work of art, piece of music or a picture. Maybe it’s the progression of chords in a song, the way melodies interact with each other. The work of art could be an old oil painting from an artist long gone which captures an expression or scene, or it could be a spontaneous picture you stumble across on the internet. For whatever reason, we are captivated and something in our soul is awakened and time stands still.
Music plays a big role in the church service. Familiar hymns and songs can help us connect to God. Soft background music welcomes us in the building, or covers the throat clearing during communion, but I wonder what we see when we look at the musicians?
Strength is holding on just little while longer.
Strength is climbing one more hill.
Strength is “maybe tomorrow … “.