Last night I crossed off one of my wishes on my wish list: I attended my first Bruce Springsteen concert.
I did not get home until 3 am and I am running on pure adrenaline. The experience led to a restless night and just 4 hours of sleep. And some how I feel like a new man.
My face. Rocked off.
I went to the mountaintop last night abroad a train conducted by a madman and band who refused to stop or take a break for 3 hours until they got us to where we were going. I stood on the mountaintop as the hymns played and I found myself worshipping.
I wasn't worshipping a man. Don't get me wrong, I'm huge Springsteen fan but he's not God. No, last night he was merely the guide who led me to the mountaintop and there I worshiped.
It's fascinating what music can do for your soul. Especially good music by good musicians. It's no surprise David lamented and praised in the form of song.
Music has the ability to capture your soul and transport you to another place and time. To a place where a joyful noise is welcomed and encouraged. Transported to a place where voices join in chorus, "Come on up for the rising!" Transported to a place where you feet cannot help but move. Transported where you find your soul renewed and voice gone from singing and legs aching from dancing.
Music can send you to the mountaintop.
I am thankful for the experience last night.
I am thankful for a tired body with a renewed mind.
I am thankful I encountered the Almighty in a sea of people.
I am thankful for music that lifts the soul.
I am thankful for being sent to the mountaintop.
I am thankful for the strength it will give me as we walk down through the valley to Good Friday.
I am thankful for the freedom it will give us to dance come Easter Sunday.
Listen.
Can you hear it?
It's the sound of music.
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