The week has flown past - we have moved from the Renaissance music of Palestrina, Josquin and deLasso (whose musics I have enjoyed afresh - so beautiful, conjunct, peace-filled) smack into the middle of the Baroque era - onward and backward to Schutz, Bach, Handel. I am amazed anew at their grasp of the spiritual, at how they put their faith and their feelings into their music in ways that still seem poignant and relevant. (Listen to Erbarme dich from Bach's b minor mass. . .)
How often do you get to live through 3 or 4 centuries in a week?! To see the growth, the development of not only the music, but the thoughts, the philosophies, the culture, the wisdoms? And somehow we have to get clear into the twentieth century, much less the twenty-first! In four short days.
Shoot, I have a hard time getting a week into a week. Especially right now. I want time here to hold still so I can wring every ounce of practice time, music study, immersion in spirituality out of the short few weeks I have. Yet I have to keep taking time out to rest. Afternoon snoozes, going to bed before 11pm. Its quite frustrating - I so prefer burning the candle at both ends. After all, when I am in the grave, I will have run out of time. This is the reality. Therewith shall I be content. Abraham sitting at the door of his tent awaiting a visit from God. Not occupied, not frenetic. Not caught up in the hectic daily struggles. Waiting. Just waiting.
I know that as soon as I return, there will be more packing, transition, travel, adjusting, getting settled into someplace new. Time will come soon enough for all that. Right now I have the time to prepare my heart for Wednesday's anointing service, looking to touch the hem of His garment in a meaningful way. Turn aside. Turn aside and be quiet or you will miss that still small voice, that burning bush, that star. Turn aside with me. Find a quiet place, be still before God. See what wonders He offers. You will not be disappointed.
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