So, for my avid few readers, you may have noticed that I skipped a number of entries in this recent blogging project. We went on vacation and between planning for vacation, going on vacation, and recovering from vacation I haven’t been able to keep up with this ambitious project (not to mention its hard to do from my phone). I may try and go back and update those posts so that I can say that I’ve actually completed the project. On the other hand, that may take me some time.
Anyway, I’ve enjoyed reading the posts from Andrew, Christian, and Haley. I hope you check them out, too.
Uh…this one is tough. I’m going with a hymn again.
There is Power in the Blood of the Lamb, Lewis Jones
When I think of guilt, I think of the guilt I have standing before a perfect God. Even the slightest imperfection on my part is like a horrendous stain in His sight. Thanks be to God for Jesus Christ, because he was perfect for my sake. Despite being guilty before our Lord, I am free because of what Jesus did on the cross. Therefore, even though I chose this for a song about guilt, it really is a song about redemption from the guilt.
This is a version by Fernando Ortega. I just discovered it. I’m not sold on it, but I like his ability to make it sound reflective.
I play the piano well enough to impress my youngest students, but that’s about where it ends. From my understanding of piano literature, Rachmaninoff is a “biggie” (fancy musical term for “that’s really impressive and hard stuff, man”). I figure, if I could play something by Rachmaninoff, then I could play just about anything, right?
Well, I’ve already had my wedding, so do I just select one? Or should I tell you what I really wanted played at our wedding?
We had Annie’s Song by John Denver, a Vivaldi organ work, and I can’t remember the processional (also called the bridal entry) tune.
What I wanted…I wanted Elsa’s Procession to the Cathedral by Richard Wagner arranged for trombone choir and played by a minimum of 30 trombonists. I heard it performed once while I was at Ithaca College and it was powerful. I thought my bride deserved nothing less.