Our son was telling me about the church he and his wife attend.
“You should hear this mother and daughter play their violins together. The girl is only ten or eleven, but she’s very talented. I think the mom is teaching her.”
It would be delightful to hear them, I thought.
Several months later, I happened to attend their church when the mother and daughter were scheduled to play. My heart was filled with delicious anticipation as they approached the piano with their violins.
Soon soft, mellow notes of melody and harmony resonated through the broad, high-ceilinged sanctuary. My son had not been exaggerating. They were both gifted violinists.
I had to hold back the tears.
Yes, the sweet music touched my spirit. However, my reaction arose from more than that.
The music was greatly enhanced by the mystical bond between mother and daughter.
One evidence of that bond was the subtle means by which the two remained in sync. The mother would nod her head or sway slightly as she directed the music. However, the girl didn’t actually watch. Just every now and then she would make eye contact over her violin–and smile at her mother like an angel—pure, innocent, and tender.
Her eyes seemed to say, “I love doing this with you,” Mother smiled her love and pleasure in return.
In fact, the very atmosphere seemed to be permeated with love during those moments. But the affection of parent and child was only a part.
The Spirit of God and his love flowed in wondrous waves through the music and that mother and daughter. God’s love—the width, length, height, and depth that Paul spoke of*– filled every nook of that sanctuary.
Surely I was not the only one who felt wrapped in God’s warm embrace during those moments.
And to be loved by God is no small matter.
He is the Master of the universe and the King of glory. Angels sing his praises continually. And yet he delights in us, who reverence him and put our hope in his unfailing love (Psalm 147:11).
Isn’t that knowledge alone enough to astound the intellect and overwhelm the heart with joy?
The only possible response is worship, from a heart overflowing with gratitude. An overflow that often becomes tears, as praise intertwines with the invisible but palpable touch of God.
And I can almost hear him say, “I love doing this with you.”
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*Ephesians 3:18
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