by David Scott Robertson
Quietly, without any fanfare, God's musician makes her way to her instrument of worship.
Sliding onto the creaking wooden bench, her hands, having made the trip innumerable times, quickly retrace the familiar path to the beginning chord of another expression of praise unto God.
With perfect timing, God's musician begins to perform her ceremonial duty with fervor and zeal, accuracy and skill, heart and soul.
Ten fingers, two hands, one heart, united in synchronized harmony worshipping with every keystroke; offering up an undefiled melody as fragrant incense before God.
Playing to no audience, God's musician focuses intently on the Master Conductor who orchestrates the sacrifice of praise resonating from an inanimate object through a yielded human vessel.
As the musical sacrifice goes forth, discerning members of the congregation signify their agreement with God's musician with uplifted hands and tightly closed eyes…lost in the spirit of worship of the object of their worship…Jesus Christ.
The music stops, but the worship echoes on in sweet refrains. God's musician, quietly, without any fanfare, slips back to her seat; moved, satisfied, humbled.
DSR
8/8/05