Tag Archive | suffering

Dark to Dawn

After dismal night,

Morning breaks reflecting hope,

Dazzling, golden light.

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Insurrection!

The party’s over
The host reels in dismay
As the little usurper asserts its authority–
Just doin my job ma’am
Everyone out of the pool! No further admittance.
The stomach is temporarily closed for periodic maintenance.
Discontent swells among the invited guests
There are only two ways out of this place
Where are we supposed to go now?
Come on! let some of us pass through
Nope.
How are we supposed to get out of here?
Hit the eject button.
The miserable host agrees
Yes, please hit the eject button
Will some syrup of ipecac help?
Not necessary ma’am
We can do it
Just brace yourself
The invited guests
Thrown out with such force
Embarrassing the exhausted host
But finally it was over
Sleep and repair follow

The Cleft of the Rock

I set you in a broken place,
And pass before you there,
In the midst of suffering,
While burdened down with care.

My presence then shall comfort you,
And give you strength to stand,
To lay hold of eternal life,
While covered by my hand.

Press on-fight the good fight of faith,
Against seen and unseen foe,
I’ve so much good stored up for you,
In realms high and below.

Fear not-discouraged do not be,
My witness you have been,
Your fruitfulness you may not see,
But you will know it when,

I welcome you home at last,
In the kingdom of my dear Son,
Your earthly journey and sorrows past,
And again, I say, “Well Done.”

By Sherry Bibb copyright 2012

Classical Music in the Congo

How many students are less than enthusiastic when urged to go into the next room for music practice?   Can you imagine walking several miles each way, six days a week just to go to choir practice?  Or tending to an infant and two other young children while practicing violin?  I was moved to tears as I watched and listened to the recent  CBS 60 Minutes story about a symphony that emerged from nothing but a dream and the deep desire in the human heart for beauty.

A Congolese pilot had been exposed to classical music on his ventures away from home.  Due to circumstances in his war torn country he was no longer able to fly, but  he  had some sheet music and a dream of having a symphony in his home town.  He invited members of his church to join him.  He did not know how to read music and he had no musical training  – none of them did.  They had very few instruments, but amazingly the symphony evolved.  They taught themselves how to read music and play a variety of  instruments.  They took turns practicing everyday on the few instruments they shared.   Violins, horns, flutes and other instruments began trickling in, some in dire need of repair.  They rebuilt and repaired the items they were given with amazing ingenuity and resourcefulness.

I was convicted when I considered my myriad of excuses for failing to learn to play the digital wonder that sits in my living room.   These people overcame every kind of obstacle to create an oasis of beauty for themselves.  Years of diligent effort individually and as a community has produced abundant blessing.  What they pursued for their own edification and enjoyment in the midst of devastating circumstances has brought hope and happiness to not only them and their community, but to people throughout the world.

It was thrilling to hear the powerful voices, skillfully played woodwinds, strings and other members of this volunteer symphony perform complex classical pieces.  The glory of the music was augmented by and reflective of the depth of beauty within the souls of these wonderful people.  The sparkle in their eyes, the sweetness in their smile, the love and gratitude for the music shining in each face was inspiring.   The reporter rightly stated that certainly there are symphonies that have played with greater skill, but none with greater joy.