The Piano

We now have a piano. We bought it last night from Steve and Yvette. Kenny and Dave were strong and kind enough to help Gregg bring it home. It needs some tuning but it is beautiful. I have always wanted a piano because everyone gets a little friendlier when they are around one.

Ever since I can remember, my sister has had a piano in her home. Her daughters have been raised on it and play well. When I go to her house for special occasions, Caitlin plays her latest violin piece and her cousins play from their repertoire. The piano is a part of the family. There have been times when my sister didn’t know where the rent would come from and it looked like the family spinnet would have to be sacrificed, but somehow something came through, the piano was spared and has played a role in making my nieces who they are.

Now, as the newest family member sits adjusting to its new surroundings, I can’t help but be a little foolish as I fascinate about maybe hearing Bronwyn(or Caitlin) play Chopin one day. Or, maybe we might have some “family sing alongs", singing hymns, show tunes, Christmas Carols and Elton John hits as we forget about our troubles and tin ears. But for now, I must settle for Bronwyn’s and Caitlin’s original compositions and a little less quiet.

The Language of Abandonment

Wonderful things were spoken last night at Apex. It felt as if I was someone who had been in a foreign land for a long time and suddenly heard my mother tongue spoken. It was familiar and affirming to me and very strengthening.

Maybe that is what the foreigners felt when they heard the Apostles speaking of the wonders of God in their own tongue while they were visiting Jerusalem…..I don’t know.

The language of abandonment to Jesus is rarely heard these days and if you ever have lived in a foreign country rarely hearing or getting the opportunity to communicate in your tongue, you know how lonely it can be.