Wednesday, June 13, 2007

A couple of weeks ago, a firend talked Andrew and I into going to Hannigans to see a

soccer game between England and Brazil.
So, I went to go get us some nuts , and three girls were standing at the bar speaking English. Since Hannigans is an English pub, obviously most of their clientale speaks English.

I struck up a conversation with these three girls and they asked me where I was from and what I was doing here. I gave them the usual talk, work with a Christian organization, writer, photographer, etc, etc.

We had a nice conversation, I found out they had been in Granada all year, loved it. Finally, they turned to me and both said, " What you are doing is incredible, and it makes us feel like what we do isn't important". With that they turned and walked away.

I was stunned. I realized what had happened. I was open and honest about who I was. For a few minutes, they saw the light of God, and it made them realized how dark their souls were. They didn't like it, and hid in a dark corner. This situation also reminded me of how Pauls talks about us as believers in 2 Cor. He says that to some we are the aroma of life, and to some we are the aroma of death. I was the latter to these three students.

I hope that someday, someone else gets to talk to these girls, and that will be the day they smell the aroma of life.
It has been a while since I sat down to blog, as the last two months have been incredibly busy. It's hard to believe its already the middle of June.

These last two weeks Andrew has been really sick, sicker than I've ever seen him. You think this would really bring me down, make me feel depressed and low, but this time has been incredible for me spiritually.

A quote I saw once by Andres Segovia said this, "I found my voice in Granada." and this has been true for me this last year.

Several years ago, I thought I wanted to be a music teacher and so I threw myself into a music major, emphasis piano. I sucked. I could barely make C's and I think the profs gave them to me mostly for effort rather than for what I actually had learned.

By the end of that year, I was asked to leave the major. The hardest part of it all is that I was merely sent a letter, rather than asked to do so face to face. I sunk into some serious depression that summer.

Slowly I've returned to music, specifically in the last three years. However, its been mostly to sing, which never was my strong part. My voice however has matured and I seem to be doing better weekly. I've also returned to playing the piano every now and then.

I LOVE IT! Its as if the gift had been returned to me, not for my glory, but to help lead others and show them God's glory. When I play or sing, I feel His pleasure.

I have begun to slowly return to the thought of music writing, at the insistence of a new friend. He thinks I can do it, so I'm going to make a stab at it. I want to do it for His glory and not mine, which can be a big temptation in writing, photography, video making, etc etc, all the stuff we do.