odd and even days
I live in a strange dichotomy of odd and even days. On odd days, my day's work is measured by the thickness of the Recruit section, what the fridge has in store for lunch as well as feeding Effie, Bloo, Xuan Xuan and their unnamed neighbours (including E, B and XX, I have six sweet basil plants, two lemon balm shoots and one dunno-what flower that Ki gave me for my b'day). On even days, work is a whirlwind of violently "gentle" reminders, sermon reviews and spurts of intense concentration as I do the dance between music teams and bulletins.
Today was an "even" day, so I was busy. I learnt a rather mind-blowing truth first thing in the morning; that all our Christian gatherings are complete and lacking nothing. So many times I think music team ABC needs XYZ musos, another acoustic guitarist, one Clay Aiken, a harp, flying angels, etc. But as Paul tells the Ephesian church (cf chapter two and other parts of the Bible), we are fully saved, and we are already now the temple of God. So, as one very discerning, definitely talented musician friend said, you don't need six individual players, just two in a band. Still, something recalcitrant in me says ... more is good, big sound is good mooozeek.
Spent the better part of today putting theory into practice. I am currently in the throes of organising the music teams for church camp. For some reason, only one bassist has signed up for the camp. And I am not sure if we want to/are able to lug/rent a drum set on location. So, we may have to do with a skeleton band. All is complete. All is good ... *whatever* is good enough.
At a certain limit, the human brain just gets too exhausted with all the probable possibilities. I think mine just reached cracking point.
Hopefully, Murakami and sleep will save me.
Today was an "even" day, so I was busy. I learnt a rather mind-blowing truth first thing in the morning; that all our Christian gatherings are complete and lacking nothing. So many times I think music team ABC needs XYZ musos, another acoustic guitarist, one Clay Aiken, a harp, flying angels, etc. But as Paul tells the Ephesian church (cf chapter two and other parts of the Bible), we are fully saved, and we are already now the temple of God. So, as one very discerning, definitely talented musician friend said, you don't need six individual players, just two in a band. Still, something recalcitrant in me says ... more is good, big sound is good mooozeek.
Spent the better part of today putting theory into practice. I am currently in the throes of organising the music teams for church camp. For some reason, only one bassist has signed up for the camp. And I am not sure if we want to/are able to lug/rent a drum set on location. So, we may have to do with a skeleton band. All is complete. All is good ... *whatever* is good enough.
At a certain limit, the human brain just gets too exhausted with all the probable possibilities. I think mine just reached cracking point.
Hopefully, Murakami and sleep will save me.
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