Morphing Into Something Unrecognizable

It was quite a surprise this morning when finding we didn’t have a frost, and of course since we fell back an hour due to the end of daylight savings time, I was at office an hour earlier than normal, and only because I was wide awake at my normal time, so I figured I might as well get back to work in spite of the time.

Since it was Sunday morning, I headed back to my quiet and darkened little corner to start my contemplative prayer session, and since I’ve been adding more people in great need of prayer to my list of intentions, it takes a little longer, but not to the point where I’m overwhelmed. Over-all it was another good experience to where I felt mentally and spiritually refreshed, as well as believing my intentions are being answered, which has become the main reason I stick to my regimen. Not to sound selfish when saying in the beginning, it was all about me until I realized there were others in greater need of prayer.

After I walked out of my corner, I proceeded to get another bill paid that arrived yesterday, as well as reconciling my last bank statement. Every month I hold my breath in hopes neither the bank, nor myself had made a mistake in posting, but thank goodness it balanced right to the penny, which was an early morning pleasant surprise.

Yesterday, when speaking to a young man who’s been diligently working on learning to play cello, he asked if I’d mind if he met me at St. Paul Lutheran a little earlier, just so he could hear what his playing sounded like in a church. Well, I agreed, so there I was around eight, waiting for him to arrive, and when he did, I marched him up to the gallery so he could get himself seated properly.

When he first started playing, I could tell he was nervous, so I encouraged him to pretend as if he were playing alone. Once he got into playing various pieces, I walked downstairs, and then all the way up to the sanctuary where I stood and listened. I was definitely moved by the rich music coming from his cello, and after he finished, I walked back up and said, “Well, you’re well on your way to being able to play for the public, so keep up the good work.” I’m sure once he gets comfortable enough, he’ll stop over to St. Paul from time to time, just so he can play a solo or have me accompany him on their organ. A very long time ago, I had the honor to accompany a violinist, and the combination of the organ and violin, was something worth writing home about. Yes, it was absolutely beautiful.

After he packed up and left, I went ahead and ran thru all the music I was to play today, and when one of the facilitators for their church arrived, I walked down and handed her a list if things wrong with their organ which I believed needed the most attention. I stood there while she read it, just to make sure she understood what I was writing, and luckily she did.

Their Service was longer than normal today, and only because there was an added session where everyone went up front and lit candles for those who’ve passed. I thought it was quite touching, and especially when seeing those votives they were lighting, placed in the shape of a cross. For the first time in many months, I counted well over fifty people in attendance which created a greater hope that there’ll be more in the future.

After I finished playing a postlude, I headed downstairs to get some copies made in their office, and while I was migrating thru the crowd, there were two separate couples who walked up to thank me for playing today. Every time someone does that, I’m reminded how little if any thanks I’d receive when playing at another church here in our City for many years. But, I think times have changed to where the general church-goers know how thankful they should be whenever having someone willing to play their organs, and especially if they’re an old-fashioned pipe. As far as I’m concerned, an electronic organ is far easier to play than a real pipe, because there’s another church in our City that has a pipe which I played on rare occasions, and whenever I did, it was a huge struggle, but now that I’ve been fully immersed in playing St. Paul’s, it’s no longer a challenge. Just this morning, one of their members asked how old their organ is, and my general guess was it being at least 85 or more years old.

I headed back to office afterwards to get my clothes changed and get cracking on some more window washing. Of course it took far longer than I was expecting, and only because they were absolutely filthy. Oh well, I got the bulk of them done before the sun started hanging low in the sky. There’s not many left, so another hour or two will finish them up.

In spite of my attempting to remain “vanilla” with my political views, I can’t remain silent after listening to a retired and well-respected newscaster who mentioned that if our Country continues on the tribal path we’re on, our general elections will be morphing into something unrecognizable, and all because these really aggressive elected officials won’t stop it with their nonsense of the 2020 election being stolen. After all these years, that election was the first time in my life where I found someone in such a high office, claiming his defeat was due to election fraud. Really?

The most troublesome for me, is hearing many intelligent older people telling me they’re not watching the news anymore because they don’t know what to believe. Well, as I’ve said before, if you don’t want to watch any American news feeds, then plug yourselves into,,,, or any other of the highly rated offshore news providers. But, do not watch anything coming out of Russia because it’s all “fake news”. Hmm…sounds familiar doesn’t it?

Tonight’s One-liner is: Paranoia is just another word for ignorance.

Joe Chodur

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