Sunday, June 12, 2011
One of my favorite hobbies is…
Today at work, I met a man that used to go to church with me. I never knew him very well, even when we knew each other. I haven’t spoken to him in years. I had to think about whether I even remembered his name (I did). But when I saw him today, the first words out of his mouth were an inquiry: was I still playing piano? I was, he reminded me, a “wonderful pianist.”
It surprised me. I have always loved my piano. I have always been passionate about music. But I have never thought of myself as “wonderful” or as a “pianist.” Even when I was young and taking lessons, I didn’t want to be taking lessons—I just wanted to play for the love of playing. There was something about the piano that resonated deep inside of my heart and whispered truths to me, like, “Jesus loves me,” and “Great is Thy faithfulness, Oh God, my Father.” I thought I didn’t need the technical aspect as long as I had the passion.
And for what I wanted to do, it was enough! I learned to play chords. I could read a little bit of music, anyway. I watched other pianists and tried any new thing I could find. But not learning, not taking lessons in piano is still the one thing I really regret in my life thus far. There is so much more I want to accomplish in my life. It seems that the older I grow, the greater my dreams in regards to music. I don’t dream of performing anymore, or being the greatest; I dream of pursuing music, the theology of music, the healing of music. Those things would be so much easier if I’d learned piano when I was young.
And yet…piano is still my favorite hobby. There is nothing I love more than turning off the television, the computer, the cell phone, lighting a candle, and playing my piano. There is nothing that gives me greater joy (except, of course, spending time with my beautiful, talented, funny nieces and nephews!) than playing all alone, without audience, without expectation, without hindrance.
In fact, I think I need to go play. Right now!
All my love,