...I suppose I ought to muse on something musical!
I love music. To me it is the language of the angels. Music has the ability to reach the depths of our spirit and and consciousness where nothing else can. For example there have been many cases reported of severely brain injured or traumatised patients who, when all else failed, responded to music being played.
There is just something about music.
My own response when listening to music is that I can somehow get totally immersed in it. It becomes almost tangible to me as not only do I hear it - I smell it, taste it, see it and yes, feel it. Emotional response or spiritual connection - or maybe both - does it really matter how its defined? Definition won't change the effect.
Sometimes music 'possesses' me - it rips my heart out, tears it to pieces, scrunches the bits into a ball, bounces it off the walls - and then reassembles it and puts it back. Whew!
On other occasions it becomes an experience in which I can totally lose myself - maybe joining with the angelic hosts and the rest of creation around God's throne.
This does on occasion make me look a bit silly - especially in places like church when I'm still standing 5 minutes after everyone else sat down - or vice versa! But hey, if I'm gonna be a fool for Christ then what the heck?!
'Day and night they never stop saying:
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come.'
Revelation 4:8
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