Life has a peculiar way of focusing priorities; the one and done playoff loss (again) half a world away of one of your two favorite football teams and your other favorite football team sucking rotten ostrich eggs in the season opener sitting next to the pile of work laundry demanding attention and the text message from a coworker hunkered down in an emergency shelter, waiting to see if a vicious wildfire has spared her losing her home. It is not looking good in that regard. Meanwhile, another coworker and her family are celebrating the daughter’s third birthday at Disneyland.
It is in moments such as these that music, God’s language, becomes ever more vital. We need the release, the reminder of the divine, the voice that celebrates and diverts attention and comforts and whispers it will be all right. We need the words of that song to provide focus and healing, saying what needs to be said yet we can never say. Be it sacred or secular, the divine voice speaks to all with ears to hear, reminding us that there will be a tomorrow and we should never fail to love today. Music is not an escape from reality. It is a portal to what is real.
Some days, you need to hear the wonderous stories.
(This was originally published at Da Tech Guy Blog.)