Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Knocking from above

Why do you need something to be gone before you learn to appreciate it? I was in a friend's house recently. He is musically inclined, plays the piano (keyboard now that he's here because buying a piano here would cost him an arm and a leg) and guitar. I didnt know that he could play these instrument so well until that visit. I was in the room and he played the keyboard. It was just some simple cords but the moment the sound of keyboard filled the air, I was immediately transported to back to the once so familiar period of singing with my fellow friends in church. How I miss those moments! It didnt take me long to think back of the times we had in camps, singing through the night with her playing the keyboard and guitar. It has been a long time since those beautiful hymns and songs were sung. Those periods of us practising harmonising in preparation for the presentation for Watch-Night service, the casual moments of us surrounding the piano and just sings, the unforgettable moments in camps where she plucked the strings of the guitar and us singing songs of praise of all kinds.

He then played some jazz songs. As I watched his fingers running across the keyboard, I cant help but marvelled at his ability and yet at the same, ashamed of my own short-comings of not being able to play any musical instruments at all. He must have realised my thoughts. He then told me of a testimony he heard and reminded me of the beautiful truth where different people are gifted differently. Some play musical intruments and some don't. Some can do certain things better than other. But in all these, it displays not the weakness of an individual but rather the individuality of gifts in its diversity. Certain people are better in some things that others are not. This was what I really needed to hear.

Since attending Clumberhall, this matter has been at the back of my head. They really lack some people who can help out in playing the piano for the family service. Grace hasnt been playing for a long time and she is trying to pick it up again slowly. I wished I could play each time I see her play. I'm not underestimating her by any means. I just wished I could help her out. I wish I know how to play the guitar so that I could sing to Him when I'm here. I wished I could discern notes better. But I thank the Lord for showing me some otherwise truths.

He moved on to playing the electric guitar. We sang some Christian songs together. Oh man, it has really been a long long time since I hear and sing these songs. Thank you Lord for the short but pleasant moment of fellowship.