Weekly e-Gram for members and friends of Dublin Community Church
August 27, 2010
TOO MARVELOUS FOR WORDS
Some mornings I am serenaded when I walk in the doors of the church building. I hear the piano and know that a friend is playing on the sanctuary piano. The pianist comes from one of the morning meetings and when he is done at 8:15 or so he goes into the sanctuary and plays the piano.
He is very good. His music is beautiful and I have to believe that the main sanctuary is smiling with the reality of sonatas or Ellington floating through the rafters (so to speak). Church pianos get so little use; it’s good for them to get an extra hour or two workout during the week. Our friend has asked to use the Baby Grand and he takes care with it.
Recently I came back into the building from lunch. Coming from the Gladden Chapel was some excellent blues music from that piano. I walked in to say hello. It turns out the woman was from the Worthington area though she now lived in California and had returned to visit a friend. She wanted to keep her fingers limber while away from her music at her UCC home church in California and so she emailed to request that she might use our piano. We said, “Yes”.
It’s a pretty simple thing to give permission to fine musicians to use our pianos and our sanctuaries. I admire those who are artistic and their own need to feed themselves with music. It’s our good fortune that their rehearsals enrich us also.
I recall visiting Westminster Abbey in London. I was looking for the burial site within the cathedral, of David Livingstone, the great African explorer. He was a crusader against slavery. I had been to many of the places where he traveled in Central Africa and felt a need to stand where he was ultimately buried. I love old cathedrals and the architecture which inspires; the stained glass windows which often tell Biblical stories or stories of Empire. Churches and cathedrals are built for the glory of God but often have the more human aspect with which to impress mere mortals. They do too.
So it seems a simple thing, to allow our relatively modest sanctuaries to be used for music. I love where we worship, I love that the sunlight (and moonlight) streams through our windows and that we can watch the changing seasons from the pews as we look at the trees in the cemetery next door. And I love that I can walk into the narthex on some days and hear ragtime being played in the Gladden Chapel. I trust Washington Gladden would be pleased also.
Peace, Rev. Bob Tussing
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