A Balm in Gilead

Our church invites musicians to play special music during the summer services.  Today it was Calvin's turn.  He played Beethoven, Chopin, Schumann, Burgmuller and Debussy.  It was really beautiful.  He smiled and he was really listening and playing from his heart.  Congratulations, Calvin, I really liked it.

Barb sang the anthem "There is a Balm in Gilead," arranged by Mark Hayes with Terolle on the piano.  It was so lovely.

There is a balm in Gilead to make the wounded whole.
There is balm in Gilead to heal the sinsick soul.
Sometimes I feel discouraged, and think my work's in vain;
But then the Holy Spirit revives my soul again. . . . 

The sermon was on Jesus and the fig tree and producing fruit and prayer.  I sat through it twice.  Sometimes God knows exactly what you need.  I was pretty blue yesterday.  This morning was a balm.   I saw that Calvin's heart, and his music were a fruit of my labor.   That's enough sometimes, to revive our soul again.

Pastor Kevin finished with a focus on Romans 8, which is my confirmation verse--"for I'm sure that neither heights nor depths. . . . nor angels or principalities nor death . . . can separate us from the love of God. . . "  

I'm assuming that includes weeds and a sticky floor and all the other trivial junk I worry about.  

Thanks, Easter.  It was a lovely morning of music and message and prayer.  A balm in Gilead.  I'm feeling much better now.