What do you say when a dream comes true for real? That it was amazing, stupendous, joyfully reflective, all the words Paul just said in jest when I asked for words that described the concert?
No. You can’t say anything, because words don’t fit. It’s too deep to capture, like a rare and ancient fish who dwells down at the bottom, phosphorescent. This kind of thing makes light of its own.
The instrumentation was top notch. The players, all pros, were blessed–elated to play music with each other at such a high level. The music was cd quality all the way. I got to tell my stories behind the songs between numbers, so the people present now have a full understanding of the music when they listen to the cd on their own. Many people say it was their favorite part. We passed out apples during June Apple, which was a pleasant surprise… restless kids suddenly had something to do! Parents were happy. Dancers–two sisters, in fact–delivered a stunning performance during Graceful…I will never forget that. The lights were manned by none other than my Incognito King himself, Paul Harris, and made the show a real concert, and my trusty sound man at church, the young and vibrant Joe, made everything sound perfect in the house. About 250 people–enough to fill the middle sections of my home church–took a couple of hours out of their busy schedules to enjoy a really good, for real concert Friday night. And when they rose to applaud at the end, I knew their gift was real, too. I wish I could go back and let it wash over me in all its fullness–I believe it was one of my favorite moments I’ve ever lived.
I think I’m going to cry.
Thank you, God, FOR REAL.
