The power of music

I continue to be astounded at the power of music.  At church yesterday I experienced the soaring of my spirit and later tears both of loss and joy.  All within the same hour.  All because of music.  Amazing.

A hymn new to me, “Commit Thou All That Grieves Thee”, ends with the verse:

“Hope on, then, broken spirit; hope on, be not afraid:  fear not the griefs that plague thee and keep thy heart dismayed:  thy God in his great mercy, will save thee, hold thee fast, and in his own time grant thee the sun of joy at last.”

Powerful words.  My spirit soared in confidence and hope.  How many people need to hear those words!

Later we sang “Amazing Grace”. Familiar.  Comforting.  One of my mom’s favorites.  Today when we reached the final verse, I couldn’t stop the tears.

“When we’ve been there ten thousand year, bright shining as the sun, we’ve no less days to sing God’s praise than when we’d first begun.”

All at once I thought my mom, my dad, grandparents, Leadore, Coletta, Michael, John, Nancy, Mary Ellen, and so many other people who are in heaven at this moment, having loved their Lord and finished their life on earth.  Briefly I felt the losses.  But almost immediately I thought of them singing in heaven:  whole, happy, healed, at peace, and maybe even on key.  Eternally.  My heart flooded with happiness and joy for them.

How does music do that?  You know how a song will come on the radio or record album or CD (or cassette tape, if it still works!  I won’t even mention 8-track tapes!) and immediately you are transported to a time when you heard that song?  You can recall the people or event or surroundings as you heard it.  Or how at a concert, if you close your eyes, all those around you somehow magically disappear and you simply are transported to a higher place by the music.  How does that work?

Music speaks to me.  My husband laughs at me, because I can remember the lyrics to many songs from the 50s, 60s and 70s, but can’t remember where I put my keys!  (I now have a bowl for my keys.  I lose them less frequently now.)  But I digress.

Thank you, Lord, for the gift of music.  Thank you for those who write music, who play music, who sing music.  Thank you for the way you speak to us of your goodness, your love, your power through music.  Thank you for the memories that come with the music.  Thank you for the calming or emboldening that music can produce.  Thank you for the gentle empowering and uplifting through the music playing in the background as I write.

And thank you for the gift of hearing.

You are good…all the time.