Friday, October 15, 2010

Friday's Faith - Making Music With What You Have Left ~Jack Riemer, Houston Chronicle

Friday's Faith

Making Music With What You Have Left

~Jack Riemer, Houston Chronicle

(With special thanks to The Compassionate Friends, Atlanta for sharing this inspiring story with me recently.)

These past two weeks have been hellatious, Trauma City for this "Trauma Mama" (as my best friend Danielle Helms calls herself and me in that tragically, we have both lost our only daughter). Secondary losses piled onto the Major Primary Loss over these weeks, and my poor heart has no room for any more Grief nor Trauma! O so painful. O so traumatizing. O so much sleep loss. Devastating.

And yet God proved faithful. Early in the Trauma week, He whispered re: my current secondary loss,

"You must go through this; you can't go around it."

I hate to admit I responded to my precious Lord with a cuss word. (Has anybody else had that dynamic at play? I used to never - well almost never - utter a cuss word; now they seem to be the only words fitting the occasion. God help!) God has held us together and even provided many healing opportunities; He is an amazing God.

So reading the following article was quite significant for me because I feel I am at my wit's end with almost nothing left...


Making Music With What You Have Left

~Jack Riemer, Houston Chronicle

On Nov. 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, came on stage to give a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New York City. If you have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know that getting on stage is no small achievement for him. He was stricken with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both legs and walks with the aid of two crutches.

To see him walk across the stage one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an unforgettable sight. He walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his chair. Then he sits down, slowly, puts his crutches on the floor, undoes the clasps on his legs, tucks one foot back and extends the other foot forward. Then he bends down and picks up the violin, puts it under his chin, nods to the conductor and proceeds to play.

By now, the audience is used to this ritual. They sit quietly while he makes his way across the stage to his chair. They remain reverently silent while he undoes the clasps on his legs. They wait until he is ready to play.

But this time, something went wrong. Just as he finished the first few bars, one of the strings on his violin broke. You could hear it snap- it went off like gunfire across the room. There was no mistaking what that sound meant. There was no mistaking what he had to do.

People who were there that night thought to themselves: "We figured that he would have to get up, put on the clasps again, pick up the crutches and limp his way off stage- to either find another violin or else find another string for this one."

But he didn't. Instead, he waited a moment, closed his eyes and then signaled the conductor to begin again. The orchestra began, and he played from where he had left off. And he played with such passion and such power and such purity as they had never heard before.

Of course, anyone knows that it is impossible to play a symphonic work with just three strings.

I know that, and you know that, but that night Itzhak Perlman refused to know that.

You could see him modulating, changing, recomposing the piece in his head. At one point, it sounded like he was DE-tuning the strings to get new sounds from them that they had never made before.

When he finished, there was an awesome silence in the room. And then people rose and cheered. There was an extraordinary outburst of applause from every corner of the auditorium. We were all on our feet, screaming and cheering, doing everything we could to show how much we appreciated what he had done.

He smiled, wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to quiet us, and then he said, not boastfully, but in a quiet, pensive, reverent tone,

"You know, sometimes it is the artist's task to find out how much music you can still make with what you have left."

What a powerful line that is. It has stayed in my mind ever since I heard it. And who knows? Perhaps that is the [way] of life--not just for artists but for all of us.

So, perhaps our task in this shaky, fast-changing, bewildering world in which we live is to make music, at first with all that we have, and then, when that is no longer possible, to make music with what we have left.


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