Showing posts with label piano. Show all posts
Showing posts with label piano. Show all posts

Monday, October 31, 2016

Fingers With a Brain

Monday, October 31, 2016
“What good is an idol carved by man, or a cast image that deceives you?  How foolish to trust in your own creation—a god that can’t even talk!  What sorrow awaits you who say to wooden idols, ‘Wake up and save us!’  To speechless stone images you say, ‘Rise up and teach us!’  Can an idol tell you what to do?  They may be overlaid with gold and silver, but they are lifeless inside.  But the Lord is in his holy Temple.  Let all the earth be silent before him.”  Habakkuk 2:18-20(NLT)
My bride, Elizabeth, introduced me to a concept of which I’d never heard before.  Quite some time ago when I was pastor in McIntosh, Florida, she travelled the 18 miles daily to the University of Florida where she was studying piano performance.  She and a friend, also a music student, were talking about dreading the drone of practice times; the friend told her to bring a magazine or book.  Elizabeth assumed she was referring to taking a break to read, but she was serious; read a magazine while you’re practicing Brahms!   My wife gave it a try and, she said it was amazing, as if her fingers had their own brain!  She practiced piano while reading a magazine, and her finger muscles learned, and she enjoyed the latest edition of home decorating styles.
This is a particularly weird idea to someone like me who must focus like a laser if I’m to accomplish anything.  I’m not much of a multi-tasker.  When I’m studying for writing a sermon there has to be complete quiet, or I will retain nothing of what I read; I might as well be pouring over Sanskrit or Egyptian hieroglyphics.   I once blamed a bummer of a sermon on the ant that walked across the room; his stomping broke my concentration.
For any beneficial (albeit “offbeat”) practice, there is a cousin which is not so beneficial.  In worship, for instance, multi-tasking distraction is like worshipping a carved stone idol; not much is going to happen between the worshipper and that god!  God rather flatly stated he would not entertain anything before Him.  Frankly, your grocery list, or where you’re going to eat lunch after worship, and how you’re going to slip out quickly to beat the Baptists to that restaurant…is uninteresting to God, and rather contrary to the purpose for which church exists in the first place.  It ought to be approached single-mindedly!
When King David was passing the torch of leadership to his son, Solomon, he had these words of caution about worshipping and serving JHWH:
“And Solomon, my son, learn to know the God of your ancestors intimately.  Worship and serve him with your whole heart and a willing mind.  For the Lord sees every heart and knows every plan and thought.  If you seek him, you will find him.  But if you forsake him, he will reject you forever.  So take this seriously.  The Lord has chosen you to build a Temple as his sanctuary.  Be strong, and do the work.”  1 Chronicles 28:9-10(NLT)
Take it seriously with your whole heart – there’s no such thing as multi-tasking this relationship with your God; you are either in or out.
I have seen the “out” when people are counting the ceiling tiles in a worship service.  Granted, there are times when any minister will fail to make the service interesting or creative.  But we must always remember we’re not there to worship the minister’s creativity or style of presentation; we are there to connect with holy God.
We live in a culture that bows down at the altar of multi-tasking productivity and honors new and exciting.  Perhaps it’s time to slow it down with the kind of Sabbath that allows your soul to breathe.

For You Today

When you next enter the sanctuary of worship, try keeping silent before the LORD; He really is in that place, you know! 
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road…have a blessed day!
NOTES

[i] Title Images: By Raych Hatashe (Own work), via Wikimedia Commons

Monday, February 1, 2016

Devilitis and the Piano

Monday, February 1, 2016

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So humble yourselves before God.  Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.  James 4:7(NLT)

My friend, Fawnie used to talk about “devil-itis” sometimes; once she explained to me what she meant[2]

Fawnie lived only a quarter mile from the church she attended all her life.  As a young girl she took piano lessons and was told someday it would be her turn to play for the Lord in worship services.  In those days, this country Methodist church was the center of community life and therefore, playing the piano for the congregation was a big responsibility. 

One Sunday the inevitable happened, the preacher came to Fawnie in Sunday School, which was held in the little room just off the sanctuary, to tell her today’s the day!  The regular piano player was sick, and in a little bit they would gather for worship. 

Well, nerves being what they are in a pre-teen, as soon as Sunday School class was done, Fawnie exited the side door running, and didn’t stop until she’d found the safety of her room at home. 

When asked later what possessed her to duck out like that, she simply replied:  I guess it was just devilitis. 

Fast forward a half-century and you find the postscript – or, as Paul Harvey used to say, the rest of the story.

It was the first year after I became pastor at that little church.  Sometimes (when we had a pianist) our Wednesday evening Bible study and prayer time began with a song.  If we didn’t have a pianist, we would begin with prayer, and the standing joke was that the preacher would call on the last one to arrive.

One Wednesday night our regular pianist (my bride, Elizabeth) was under the weather, so I joked to the gathering group, the next one through the door will play our hymn so we can start. 

Well – God’s humor being what it is…my words had hardly settled down when, on cue, Fawnie walked through the door.  I had no clue she could play the piano, so I said it jokingly, expecting a quick, declining growl):  Ahh…Fawnie’s the last one through the door; she’ll play Shall We Gather at the River.  Let’s turn to #723 and sing.

Without batting an eye, or breaking stride, or melting under the spell of “devilitis”, Fawnie walked past the group to the piano behind me, sat down and began to play a hymn that had been longing to move through her fingers for over fifty years.

One of the truths about the Christian life that is my personal favorite about the grace of God is that it is more important how you finish than how you start

Fawnie told me she regretted many times the failure she experienced as a child, intimidated at the thought of performing in front of all those people.  Mostly we would explain it away, or dismiss it as stage-fright, or a simple case of shyness; after all, children will be children.  But, perhaps Fawnie labelled it more correctly – devilitis – the pain brought by our adversary as he tempts, accuses and generally works on disrupting our lives so our service to God is diminished and sometimes disappears altogether.

James, the half-brother of Jesus, advised us to resist the devil and we would find the bully fleeing out the side door of the Sunday School room.  That’s Godly advice; he can’t bring you devilitis when he’s running away.

For You Today


Decide before you leave the house that this day’s temptations and trials will be resisted with all that is in you.  God promises to join you in that fight; all Satan can do is flee – heels and elbows is all you’ll see.

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road today…and have a blessed day!




[1] Title image: By W. Endicott & Co. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons (modified)
[2] My good-natured friend has given me permission to share this story.