Zariah, the older sister of 7-year-old Lydia Schatz who died as a result of damage sustained during ‘discipline’ sessions (whose story I outlined in a post earlier this week) has been released from the hospital, I’ve heard. I hope and pray she’ll eventually heal emotionally though it is hard to imagine what she and all the other children in that family, are going through as they process what has happened. The parents, of course, are in jail. The magnitude of the tragedy to this family is just unfathomable.
Today is my oldest son’s 29th birthday! Amazing! I can so clearly remember his birth. What a wonderful son he is and how much my life changed that cloudy day.
Singing in the church choir has been such a pleasant challenge. One of the advantages I am enjoying is spending time with the music during the week. I do this because on Sunday I want to be able to sing comfortably and with more feeling, not in a state of panicky sightreading.
The words are often just wonderful – often they touch on and draw together many touchpoints of Christian theology and I find that lifts and anchors my faith better than “praise and worship” music used to do (it often had the opposite effect on me.) The hymnal notes the date of the lyric and the tune, and it is not unusual for us to sing music that comes to us from three different centuries – say, the 1900’s, the 1800’s, and the 500’s. I’m intrigued by the music that comes to us from so long ago – to see a snapshot of the themes of that day and compare them to now is very interesting.
Tomorrow’s hymns include two hymns whose words were written in the mid 1800’s and one whose words were written in the 1500’s (A Mighty Fortress is our God! One of my favorites!)