Sarah Blake LaRose (3kitties) wrote,
Sarah Blake LaRose
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experience at a concert


My roommate from last semester and I went to see Twila Paris in concert last night. The first thing that happened was that we all sang "The Star-Spangled Banner." I thought that was quite fitting with the war being kind of over. Then we sang "We Will Glorify."




Later she sang a song about a "thorn in the flesh." That is something that Paul refers to. She said it could be a physical affliction, but it could also have something to do with another person. I started thinking about the person I fought with and the trouble with my roommate. It just happened that my roommate was sitting next to me. I realized that I did not want to hold a grudge against them any more, but I wanted to show them the unconditional, untiring love of God. I felt that at that moment, the record of wrongs that I talked about earlier was completely washed away.



When Twila sang about being thankful for the "piercing revelation of a proud heart so quick to judge," even though she never thought she would say she felt that way, I took another step in the healing process that continues to go on from the day when I first disagreed with them.



"Which tape is this on?" my roommate asked me.



"'Cry for the Desert,'" I said.



"Do you have it?" she asked.



"Yes."



"Can I borrow it?"



I believe that during that song she experienced a moment of healing, too. I will probably never hear about it, but that's the way it should be. Emotional healing IS sometimes very piercing, and it will be a private experience. It should be that, unless the person decides to share it. So I promised myself that I would never ask any questions about how they feel about what has happened this year.



Later we sang "How Beautiful is the Body of Christ." I was touched when we sang, "How beautiful the tender eyes that choose to forgive and never despise." I know that line is talking about Christ, but in that moment I was like Christ, and I was beautiful.



At the end we all sang "Carry the Light." I sang loud, and I felt like I was being lifted, like I could fly. I knew that I had to and wanted to carry the light.


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