Music and Tangible Grace

I'm a music junkie. I love it. It's what moves me; it's my opiate; it's my heroine drip. It's precisely what has the ability to take me beyond any palpable seam of time and texture. I've often had conversations with friends that no other form of art can do such a thing. What has ensued has been endless debates, but still I remain firm in my position. But what is it about music that moves me?

My sense is that music has saved my life over and over. As a young man having my heart broken and dealing with the loss of love, it was music that kept me connected in the face of the violence imposed by unrequited or forgotten love. As a child trying to sleep at night burdened with anxiety over the unknown, it was the sound of the old hymns my mother would play that kept me connected to her in the face of all that was changing. The music she played was rich and complex, its harmonies painful then joyful, its rhythms slow with sorrow, or dancing with exuberance. By listening to music, I feel as if there is a world that can hold me...can hold all of us. In a sense, music makes God's grace tangible.

Retribution Theology Gone Wild

II Kings 2:23-24

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