I played piano for church yesterday. It was the First Sunday of Advent, so I was excited. I needed three pieces of incidental music (prelude, voluntary, and postlude), and could now use Advent tunes! Yay!
For the postlude, I decided I would look through my choir music samples to see if I could find something suitable. I did, but along the way I stumbled across a choral arrangement of “Jesu, Jesu, Fill Us with Your Love”. The song is in the CPH children’s hymnal, but this music pre-dates that.
The music had this note on it:
It says: “This was accompanied on an electric keyboard with a ‘bongo-sound’ setting at Trinity. Enchanting! Keep the music.” It’s my dad’s handwriting
The last sentence obviously just meant I should keep this copy of music, but I was struck with a metaphorical meaning.
Since I left my first Baltimore school, I’ve struggled a little with music. Back then, directing music groups seemed easy. Kids could learn parts, adult groups were well-established and motivated… Now, I sometimes wonder if I should just leave the music stuff and do other things.
But when I read “Keep the music”, it seemed like an encouragement. I remembered that my dad stayed involved with music through all the life changes he experienced. Maybe I’ll keep with it too.