Yesterday I played the clarinet as the 'special music' at a local church service. For these kinds of performances I usually choose an arrangement of a hymn. Yesterday's selection was 'Blessed Assurance.' I'm quite sure that several of the young people didn't know this hymn because they usually sing only praise choruses (topic for another journal entry). Anyway, I gave a brief history on the hymn and the author of the lyrics, and spoke about the scriptural reference. I will say that the piece came together extremely well, and I feel that it was a worshipful experience. Following the service, I encountered three types of responses. First, several of the 'senior' ladies told me that the music brought them to tears (in a good way, of course); then, there were three young girls who came up to me and said "we play clarinet at school, but we don't sound like THAT!" And, finally, the adults that were about my age all said that their memory of the clarinet consisted of 'constant squeeking.' Well, praise the Lord that I didn't squeek. So I guess everyone enjoyed it.
Also at church, I got to play with a 10-month-old baby who was adopted at birth (domestic adoption). She is a cutie....round, rosy cheeks and chubby legs....and very happy. It was nice to get a 'baby' fix.