Cords of the Heart

There are cords in our heart. These cords are like harp strings which can be tuned and are tuned according to the sound of the song our heart hears. This can be a song of hopelessness without meaning or it can be a song which comes from heaven. As we tune our heart strings to the sound of heaven, we find ourselves playing in a great orchestra where God is the conductor and we get to play in unison with many others. As we read books from saints of the past, we can pick up playing the same songs they played. We can improvise and give their songs a personal touch. As we do this, there are times when it is no longer just our fingers playing the music, but the fingers of the creator of the world is playing. The fingers of the one whose hands were pierced begin to play with our hands. It is no longer just our voice that sings, but the spirit of God who blows through the sound pipes of our lungs. Stillness is no longer empty, but full of life, meaning, faith, hope, and trust.

We are used to hearing the songs of this world which declare fear, panic, anger, lust, and pride to be the master conductors. We live in a dog eats dog world where everyone must be their own master. Everyone must play the sound they think is best for themselves. But then we don't hear the sound of a great orchestra crescendoing as a masterpiece. Instead, we have fear, pride, confusion anger, chaos, destruction...why? Because there is supposedly no conductor. Everyone must play their own song. Yet, the strings of my heart refuse to play along with this melody. 

As we listen to the Great Composer whose work encompasses all we can see, hear, feel, touch, taste and so much more. We find a composer far greater than Vivaldi, Bach, Handel or Beethoven. As we listen to his work, we actually catch glimpses of heaven resonating in our hearts. As we hear a majestic choir sing, Hallelujah (which means praise the Great Composer) we catch glimpses of the Divine. Moments which take us from the caucophony of this world to the symphony that God calls life. A symphony where we get to play together with Heaven Himself.