June
4, 2000
Congregations
need precious moments that are held in common. Ours might include the anniversary
banquet at the Marriott, John Wesley astride a horse, or the balloons ascending
on Pentecost. But many are triggered by things musical. Which brings me to the
visit of Dave Brubeck and his quartet. I have a feeling we will be talking about
his concert 25 years from now (at which time the number of folks claiming to have
been there will have quintupled). In a sanctuary where we expect the unexpected,
it was impossible to measure the excitement. It could only be felt. The choir
never sounded (or looked) better. Their energy was electric. Their smiles, contagious.
It was clear they were having a great time. Then again, so were we. Rod Quainton
said it best. Quoting friends from Chicago, Rod reported: "They had a great weekend.
They especially loved Brubeck. Of course, we all loved Brubeck. If you didn't,
you were an old scrooge."
And
there was every indication that Brubeck and friends were caught up in the same
chemistry. One doubts it happens every night. They always perform artistically.
But there must be nights when it doesn't come together, symbiotically. As much
as I enjoyed the music, I found myself enjoying your enjoyment. It was a great
night to sit back and be the pastor of this church ... with precious little to
do but "drink it all in."