About two weeks before Easter, my mom would get out the records from Jesus Christ Superstar. It would play off and on until I became old enough to be trusted not to scratch the double album and then it was non-stop. I loved the jazzy, hippy, rock and roll. Looking back, I have to give my folks props for being so cool.
Having a piano teacher for a Ma meant a love for music was instilled from the get go. I still love Jesus Christ Superstar. I suppose it was my first exposure to musicals and although I never need to see another production of Oklahoma, I enjoy them to this day.
For me, music is still the connector for a spiritual life. I can get swept up gy a good Organ solo or a Michael W. Smith tune and forget about the hypocrisy that goes with the territory.
Enjoy the weekend.
Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.