"When I reach the pearly gates, I've got a question for God." Professor Smith removed her spectacles for polishing and glanced up at her music history class. "Why was it that Handel was blessed with the composition of Messiah instead of Bach?" I rubbed my chin, carefully weighing her words. This question had already troubled me on several occasions. Bach and Handel were two very different men. Bach was a devoted father and husband, using the funds he acquired from his music in order to support a large family. Handel was single with no known children, using the income he made from his music in order to line his pockets. Bach spent the majority of his efforts composing sacred cantatas and religious works. Handel poured the majority of his energies into creating operatic masterpieces. Bach was humble. Handel was proud. Bach loved the Lord, studied his Bible regularly, and dedicated all of his compositions to God's glory. Handel displayed little interest in spiritual matters throughout his lifetime. The one exception was his testimony of a celestial revelation while composing Messiah. So, why did God inspire Handel to write this monumental work instead of Bach? Wasn't Bach much more worthy? Didn't he deserve the recognition?
Professor Smith replaced her spectacles on the bridge of her nose and continued. "Perhaps if Bach had written Messiah, we never would have heard it..." What an interesting thought. Bach died in obscurity. People considered his music old-fashioned. Over a third of his sacred cantatas have been lost or destroyed. The prestigious Handel, on the other hand, was well-known and respected throughout his entire lifetime. People paid attention to his music. Perhaps this is why God chose him to be the bearer of His inspiring, musical message. I wonder too, if it was a way for God to reach out to Handel personally - something that Bach already had...
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Good Gifts
"Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" Matt 7:9-11
Traditionally, marriage is thought to be the final slice in the chord that once tied a kid to his or her parents. Mom and Dad are at last free from the dutiful bonds of child rearing, and are free to think: "They're off on their own now. No more need of shelter, discipline, or providence from out hands!" Thankfully, neither Paul's nor my parents are subscribers to this viewpoint. In fact, their generosity seems to have veritably exploded. Perhaps it's because they enjoy having a new family member to shower love upon. Perhaps it's because they're aware of what dreadful pinch pennies we both are. But whatever the case, Paul and I have found our little home flooded with edible gifts. Whenever we come within close proximity of either set of parents, it's impossible to escape the watermelons, peaches, bread, pretzels, peanut butter, rice, granola, lentils, soy milk, and flax seeds that come flying in our direction. I couldn't help but marvel when I read the verse quoted above. If I'm so impressed at my parents' unsolicited generosity, how much more should I be impressed with God's! He's given me an ideal life partner, wonderful siblings and parents, an education, food to eat, a house to live in, a natural world to enjoy, and on and on and on. If He's given me all of these things, for which I haven't asked, how much more will He provide for me when I actually do ask? "Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6,7
Traditionally, marriage is thought to be the final slice in the chord that once tied a kid to his or her parents. Mom and Dad are at last free from the dutiful bonds of child rearing, and are free to think: "They're off on their own now. No more need of shelter, discipline, or providence from out hands!" Thankfully, neither Paul's nor my parents are subscribers to this viewpoint. In fact, their generosity seems to have veritably exploded. Perhaps it's because they enjoy having a new family member to shower love upon. Perhaps it's because they're aware of what dreadful pinch pennies we both are. But whatever the case, Paul and I have found our little home flooded with edible gifts. Whenever we come within close proximity of either set of parents, it's impossible to escape the watermelons, peaches, bread, pretzels, peanut butter, rice, granola, lentils, soy milk, and flax seeds that come flying in our direction. I couldn't help but marvel when I read the verse quoted above. If I'm so impressed at my parents' unsolicited generosity, how much more should I be impressed with God's! He's given me an ideal life partner, wonderful siblings and parents, an education, food to eat, a house to live in, a natural world to enjoy, and on and on and on. If He's given me all of these things, for which I haven't asked, how much more will He provide for me when I actually do ask? "Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6,7
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