Before Fruit of the Loom, there must be God.
No, I haven't flipped my lid, this site is a combination of the tech savvy and the humanitarian, remember? And religion is, as my father so rightly puts it, the foundation of western civilization, regardless of the violence, dichotomies and paradoxes that it causes. This post and this piece of music is a dash of sacred in a world of secularity.
And as a tribute to perhaps the ultimate intangible, as confused I am about the physical existence of God, I have my own personal (and now a little more public) faith. I sang in church choir for several years, and in that time got to hear some of the best organ playing anyone has ever heard. I'm not exaggerating. Our choirmaster and organist was one of the best players on the East coast.
Two years ago, during one of my rare visits to church, I decided to stop praying for things for me, and to darn well give back. To offer up a song to God. Being baptized a Christian, every so often that "feeling" hits me and yes, I feel inexplicably responsible for worshipping something I've never seen or heard described in any scripture. Then I go back to my life and usually forget about that warm glow inside kneeling at the pew.
This time I didn't forget, I just came around later than I wanted to. This is my singing to God and my thanks for the life I have been so lucky to lead, the wonderful family I have, and the fact that the world hasn't blown itself up yet due to the money grubbing oil mongers.
The quotation in the title of this post (also the title of the communion piece), as gramatically incorrect as it is, struck me as particularly applicable to this day and age. It is taken from the King James translation of the Bible, chapter 11 verse 6.
This piece is dedicated to my former piano teacher and former choirmaster and organist at St. Anne's Episcopal Church in Annapolis, MD, John Cooper.
Great. Organ sound so good.
Posted by: DORKAS | June 13, 2007 at 10:46 PM