This is a post from a previous family blog that I used to have. Actually, I still have the blog, but I haven’t posted to it in well over a year. Anyway, I brought this post over here because I thought that it would be a good post for Sunday.
1Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands.
2Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing.
3Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
4Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
5For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.
When I was 8 years old my dad assigned me to start taking piano lessons. He had two reasons for doing this: (1) Dad liked piano music, (2) Dad reasoned that the Church would always be in need of someone to play the piano. Oh wait. There were actually three reasons: (3) I was the oldest of four children and I looked like I was supposed to play the piano. So there you have it.
You’re probably saying by now, “I thought this post was about the Church organ.” Patience, grasshopper.
My first piano was a baby grand. Dad didn’t mind being in debt, so he started me out with the biggest piano that would fit into our living room and still leave room for the couch. This was the only piano my family ever bought and we drug it around the country with us for ten years through our many moves. It ended up in Saudi Arabia when my parents moved there in 1977. After my dad died, Mom sold it to someone who lived on camp. I wonder if that piano is still around?
Sometimes we had to put the piano in storage, like when we lived with my grandparents for a while. However, my “piano” lessons never stopped (ten years worth of piano lessons). It would have been a sacrilege. Enter, the organ.