Epic Sunday

I have heard some goooood preaching lately. I must be southern now because I can say that without wincing. The very idea that preaching can be a good thing- not something in my cultural dna.

Nonetheless- Jane Pettit knocked it OUT OF THE PARK this morning with a message on Revelation Chapter 2:8-11."Hang in there, better days are coming."


My mom used to say that to us when we were kids and our domestic life was a horrible disaster. 'It can only get better.' I believed her but I was often disappointed. We didn't have the same concept of hope that I have now. Hope in Someone is a fairly new development. Blind hope has little to recommend it. The law of averages is hardly comforting.

But now I find myself in conversation with the body of Christ about hope. What do you Hope for?

Living for Something not dying for nothing

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what are we missing?

FYI...(i didn't write this)
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Washington DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.

During that time approx 2000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.



4 minutes later: The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the till and, without stopping, continued to walk.



6 minutes: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.



10 minutes: A 3 years old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly, as the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced them to move on.



45 minutes: The musician played. Only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32.



1 hour: He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.



No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars*. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.



This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities. The questions raised: In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?



One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments* ...

How many other things are we missing?