I had the pleasure on Tuesday of sitting in my study at the church and listening to the piano tuner work on our sanctuary upright. Except for meeting times, there's no attempt at climate control in the large room and an unchecked Georgia summer sun will certainly relax a string or two if not cause the whole thing to spontaneously combust. For almost an hour he could be heard methodically striking his way through the scales. I suppose one couldn't call it beautiful music he was making; but it was awfully satisfying to hear sour note after sour note turned sweet as dissonance gave way to resonance. My heart and mind have been similarly warped by the often unchecked and oppresive glare of Satan - I pray the presence of the Holy Spirit and sing along with Robert Robinson "Come thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing Thy grace."
Saturday, April 4, 2009
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Well said!
John Tate. Still as interesting as ever. Tricia told me about your blog through Facebook.
Hey it's Derek, the one who always won at disc golf! Remember? Just kidding!
Just wanted to say hello and see how everything was going. Hope you're doing well!
Derek
What's up Derek! As I was standing out in my backyard at sunrise this Easter morning - I got to merrily giggling as I thought back to our Easter morning disc golf in Mesa followed by a very reverent brunch at the Village Inn. Good times! I'm going to have to get your number from Tricia and give you a call and catch up. God bless you my friend - hope you're doing well!
I really like the sounds of the blog.
Take it one step further and consider what some of those strings have to go through to be "sweet" again.. . .some of them have to be tightened, stretched taut, no give. How many times has my heart had to be tuned? Stretched beyond what I thought was humanly possible? And on the way back to the "sweet" sound, there can be an awful lot of sour "inbetweens." In spite of the pain sometimes involved in the process and the frequency with which it has to occur, I am grateful . . . .and very glad that God doesn't mind repeat business!
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