“ I remember exasperating my piano teacher(s) as a child by flying through Chopin at breakneck speed, ignoring rests and fermatas in furious pursuit of fini. I knew the notes but they never sounded very musical when I finished them. I learned later from a maestro counseling his orchestra, “The music is in between the notes.” Faith, like music, needs rest. After all it started in a womb, and there is no such thing as instant incubation. Americans have pronounced a pox on waiting. Yet Sabbaths punctuate the Godbearing life. Godbearers live through Advents and dark nights of the soul in which Jesus tells us: “Sit here while I pray.”” (Kenda Creasy Dean; The Godbearing Life ) Do you know what it is like to wake in the middle of the night, cheeks flushed from the perfect dream, to a room filled with silence? You are suspended between your multicolored dream and the opaque moonlight falling across the sheets. It is then, in that oddly lucid moment that you have to decide wh...
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