Women, Worship and Guitars


It’s a very lazy Sunday here, temperatures tipping the 70’s and a pleasant afternoon for a chilled salad. I find my thoughts wandering in all kinds of slightly divergent directions, and find myself musing about women. One in particular, and the fact that I miss her very much. Being Sunday, I’ve been turning my attention to worship. Well, not because it’s Sunday, instead perhaps just because I picked up my guitar and began to play. I can hear her voice in my mind, that massive, rich contralto singing ‘This is the Air I Breathe’, and my spine melting…..

C.S. Lewis wrote – “It is in the process of being worshipped that God communicates His presence to men.” His presence. H’m. It’s not a ‘place’, neither is it constrained by a timeframe, just a sense of being and completeness. Almost a loss for words. Lamar Boschman from the International Worship Institute in Fort Worth puts it well…

“When I worship, I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.”

I miss my guitar. A 1976 Martin D28 which helped me countless times towards visions of Shekinah. The image is of a Martin D45 Celtic Knot, possibly one of the finest instruments in production. One day….yeah.
Tomorrow is my birthday, shared with loads of people I’ve never heard of, most of whom are dead. Also Martin Luther King Day. Enjoy..

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