Music, as I've said many times, is a necessary thing to me. Like the air we breathe, music gives me life. It can bring clarity to the fog of a day, can make me cry big tears of joy or deep tears of sadness.
It plucks the heartstrings of my very soul.
This may be an oldie yet to me it's still quite a goodie. We have a Pandora streaming station called "Paul Winter". We play it every Sunday morning. While sipping a second cup of coffee it puts wind beneath my spirit.
Music - any kind really - is a gift from God. The notes, the melody, harmony, sometimes even the dissonance - is a prayer.
Because the music beneath the notes really is a song of the Holy Spirit. To me it is a call to pray, to meditate, to sing.
The great Saint Augustine once said: singing is praying twice. Ephesians 5:19 says,
"Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and singing spiritual songs, singing and making melody to the Lord with your heart."
There are days I need much more than the gentleness of Paul Winter. I need the thrum of a drum and the scream of a blistering guitar.
No matter what kind of music I tune to, I feel the Holy Spirit deep within me. Connecting me to prayer and God in a way that, in my life, nothing else can.
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