Music Moves

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Last night was the second to last event at The Cove for the year. After registering guests, I slipped into the back of the auditorium to hear Selah for about half an hour. I have to say that their cds don't do them justice. The singers voices were amazing; they so purely sang a variety of hymns accompanied by the piano.

I have realize over the last year or so how much music moves me. I was sitting in the back getting teary-eyed, like I do every Sunday during worship. My thoughts were taken back to a lady who stopped through registration and grabbed a few tissues. I joked with her that she couldn't plan on crying in advance and she told me she was emotional due to being pregnant with her third child. Sadly, I have no excuse. Music just moves me. Maybe, just maybe, it's because music fills in when words are not adequate. It can be majestic, worshipful, moving, holy, and some many other things that I often don't have the words for.

Also during registration, I met a lady who told myself and the volunteers about her conversion experience. She mentioned she had been ostracized from her town in another country upon becoming a believer. After being unwelcomed or safe in her town, she came to the states as a mail-order bride. While standing in the back of the concert, I saw her moving more joyfully and worshipping more passionately than anyone else in the auditorium. That could partially be her personality, but I bet she understands freedom and joy more than most of us, or should I say Christians, in America.