Music Brings Light For Me…and Hopefully for You

My son, Andrew, who’s soon to blow out 45 candles on a cake, the basketball coach, often advises, perhaps when I’m too cerebral, ‘Dad, quit thinking. It hurts the ball club.”

Am sure there some benefit there. So, having just blown a few more candles than Andrew off a birthday cake, and the same for Diane [no specifics, mind you!], I’ve done some non-thinking, that muses on what really matters.

And, for marinating reasons, a quote struck home: “When the sky is dark; when the clouds cover the earth each day, it is music that brings light.”

And with that I think of two valued friends, Aaron Shanks and Megan Chenovick, soloists with the choir when I was interim pastor at the Congregational Church Mercer Island, Washington. The choir was better than inspiring. When Aaron or Megan sang their solo, worship touched the soul and brought goodness and wholeness. Bemoaning and depression had no chance. None.

I am aware. I am aware that each of us has favorite music and favorite groups. For instance, Andrew says, “Dad, you NEED to come with me to a U-2 concert.” I’m sure he’s right. I remember once, remember the day was reaching bottom, before his visit to Austin, Andrew said to begin a phone call, “Dad? Wide Spread Panic.” I replied, “I know, Andrew, I’m about there.” “No, Dad! It’s a group; I need you to get tickets for us!”

So. Music. Different leans and tilts. I will admit that James Taylor’s on my bucket list. And I still bemoan Whitney Houston’s death and will always favor Celine.

Music brings light to me now, though, even though they’re no longer a group of 5, almost all music from the Pentatonix keeps the darkness from controlling…and light very present. So. In this moment, wanting not to think, but to be ministered to, I share “Mary, Did You Know” and “Hallelujah” from the Pentatonix. God is Good and will always be with us. Yes.


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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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