Good Day, God!
Palm Sunday, complete with a donkey and Hosannahs filled our morning. Marvelous music, God! Children’s choirs and massed choirs and all of the congregation singing away.
Then this evening we went up to the Oahu Country Club for dinner as the guests of a dear — family, really — friend. And more music! The Mokulele Trio was so mellow. When they played at our table my ear was up close to the bass. I could feel — as well as hear — the vibrations of the strings. Real music, God. Real music.
It was quite a contrast from the amplified big band music of last night. I like big band music, God. But, when the volume is cranked way up it becomes painful!
Hmm. Peter tells us to always be ready to give an answer to those who ask about the hope we have within us. Then he says, “But do this with gentleness and respect, . . .” [I Peter 3:15]
Yes, God, the music I heard tonight spoke to me with “gentleness and respect.” Whereas the amplified music of Saturday night was neither gentle nor respectful. It bulldozed its way into my being!
Music or words — both are more easily received when they are “gentle and respectful.” And, You, God — You seem to speak in whispers. We have to really want to hear You. In fact, rereading the verse from I Peter, it looks as if we have to ask!
Oh my, I am so eager to share my thoughts on this and that that I don’t wait to be asked . . . I just look for an opening. Sigh. Ah, yes. Here is an “assignment” — to be so full of hope that we are asked about the reason for it.
Thank You, God, for the Hope You give!