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Well, it’s been quite a week.
From productive meetings and back-to-back private students, two great choir rehearsals and my first full day at Fitchburg State, “stomping out fires” and a massive amount of email, it’s been exciting and a little overwhelming at times. I am amazed at all of the music and teaching opportunities that are in front of me this semester but there are times when I feel incapable. “How can I keep up with all of this?” I ask myself. Perhaps I need to read this post again?
Yesterday, I took a few minutes to review a few pieces before choir rehearsal. I turned to one of our new pieces (my favorite anthem in the folders right now) – “Immortal Love, Forever Full” (arr. Kreider – listen here). I was the only one in the Sanctuary and the church was quiet. . . it was so peaceful. I relished the moment of solitude. It became a moment of worship for me, playing there in the middle of the afternoon. I read the words and let the meaning sink in. A sense of calmness washed over me – just what my soul needed. “Forever shared, forever whole, a never ebbing sea!”
Immortal love, forever full,
forever flowing free,
forever shared, forever whole,
a never ebbing sea!
Our outward lips confess the name
all other names above;
love only knoweth whence it came,
and comprehendeth love.
We may not climb the heavenly steeps
to bring the Lord Christ down;
in vain we search the lowest deeps,
for Him no depths can drown.
But warm, sweet, tender, even yet,
a present help is He;
and faith still has its Olivet,
and love its Calvary.
The healing of His seamless dress
is by our beds of pain;
we touch Him in life’s throng and press,
and we are whole again.
The letter fails, the systems fall,
and every symbol wanes;
the Spirit over brooding all,
eternal Love remains.
- John Greenleaf Whittier, 1856