Picture this: The London Philharmonic.

Now, savor this, even the screeches:

You are a vessel of clay created to be filled with God, through whom He is going to live His life unique to you. No one else will look like you. So too with all of His other vessels.

God is music Itself, and He is planning something special, never before seen or heard, even in the heavens. A glory beyond anyone’s ability to describe. God can’t even yet explain it to us. He can only show us.

He begins with raw materials. And forms each vessel in its time throughout all of history. Within each one He creates an instrument with members. In fact, the whole is one big instrument and its members just smaller instruments within it.

Once created and fashioned the real work begins. These musical instruments are unlike any He will ever create. They are all kind of like player pianos that can write and program into themselves their own scores. However, they can’t do anything without someone supplying the power for them to play. God will do that.

As the real work begins, His plan is to teach each one of His grand instruments to both write the music they will play, program it into themselves, and play it. And so, He begins. What a challenge. How is He going to do it? Unimaginable.

But, we get little pictures. A small child who picks up a violin not having any idea what it is. He finds a bow and eventually ends up scraping it across the strings. It screeches. Ugh. But, the child is delighted. He has made a sound he never before heard. Of course, others listening shiver. The sound goes straight up their spine, like fingernails on a chalkboard.

The child keeps screeching on that violin, but then a teacher arrives and begins instructing. Some children take to the instruction, and simple melodies start to form. Many just like the screeching and ignore the instructor. But, the teacher is unfazed and uses every means to get the child to listen and realize there is so much more to enjoy than screeching sounds. But, some kids just like the fact that they have control of something that makes sounds and they don’t want anything else, yet.

But, other children like the music and press on for more. They begin to make something that sounds like music. The sons of screech may even become jealous as the children of music begin to make beautiful sounds. The way some kids of screech deal with their brethren is to try to stop the music because it sounds so much better than the screeching. The children of screech would like to make melodies like music, but they don’t want to be taught. They want to do it themselves. Their screeching should be melodious but it isn’t, and they refuse to acknowledge the beauty they are beginning to hear in others. In fact, they try to stop those tunes because they are determined to keep doing what they are doing until it becomes music.

The children of music are only just beginning to learn how to play and have yet to discover the types of sounds of which they are capable, especially together. Some tinker on their pianos, others join the teacher in sound rooms for individual instruction in their instruments. Some of the screechers join little groups and try to play their screeches together. These latter groups don’t care that their sound is bad. Since they don’t yet know what a real tune is like they have no way to realize what they are missing. They are just having fun being together and making noise together.

But, once in a while, the instructor is able to get the attention of one or the other and let them hear a bit of real harmony. These get hooked. But like all the children, there is stiff opposition to them learning such things. Wherever they go, there is a disturbing noise that is not really loud, yet it is so distracting that it hinders their ability to focus on what the Instructor is saying. But regardless of what music they are trying to play, it is better than that background noise, so they all keep playing.

Eventually, a few learn how to make a semblance of a real harmony. They may continue to play by themselves or with a small group. Regardless, the sounds are beautiful, yet, not even close to what is coming. They can’t even imagine it. In fact, they don’t yet know enough to even consider there may be more. They are just happy with their improving sounds.

But, as the Instructor continues training each one, eventually a sound begins to develop that sounds heavenly compared with anything they have heard before. These begin to realize what the Instructor is up to. If they listen and pay attention, fixing their attention on His instruction, they are going to hear something not heard since the beginning of time. But, this is going to require allowing the Instructor to teach them all how to be fit into His composition rather than their own, however good their music has been. And so, the Instructor begins to find a new cooperation from some of His students and begins to create a new sound through them. This new sound isn’t just the students doing what the Instructor has told them but allowing the Instructor to fully express His music through them by literally writing it with them and playing it within their vessels.

The Instructor continues the training. He wants His students to enjoy the ease with which He can play their instruments, an ease that makes the students think they are playing it themselves when in fact it is He doing it in them. But amazingly, He can’t play it in them without their cooperation. So, really, is it Him playing in them, or is it them playing? They don’t know or care because each stands in awe of his own transformation. Each discovers they are so unique, and the glorious sound they are hearing is coming from themselves. They love what they hear in themselves as well as what they hear in the other students.

Yet none still realizes what is coming.

As more and more students understand what they have been hearing in their fellow students, even more and more students hear, also. Gradually, they begin coming together as small ensembles, then bands, then orchestras followed by little symphonies. When the Instructor has finally trained each student, even the ones who preferred to screech, billions and billions of vessels created throughout time, each a unique instrument with a sound distinct from the others yet capable of perfect harmony with them, they begin to discover a wonder. As they start to hear their own different sounds which they had been created to produce separately, yet together, they suddenly hear it. A sound never before uttered in all of time or eternity. (I say uttered because there is no word capable of summing up what they hear or from where it is coming It fills up everything.) And all know, this is what they were created for, and throughout all ages to come it will continue to grow. They are a symphony unlike anything that any instrument could have ever imagined. They have found the life for which they were created.

Picture this: The London Philharmonic.

Now, savor this, even the screeches:

You are a vessel of clay created to be filled with God, through whom He is going to live His life unique to you. No one else will look like you. So too with all of His other vessels.

God is music Itself, and He is planning something special, never before seen or heard, even in the heavens. A glory beyond anyone’s ability to describe. God can’t even yet explain it to us. He can only show us.

He begins with raw materials. And forms each vessel in its time throughout all of history. Within each one He creates an instrument with members. In fact, the whole is one big instrument and its members just smaller instruments within it.

Once created and fashioned the real work begins. These musical instruments are unlike any He will ever create. They are all kind of like player pianos that can write and program into themselves their own scores. However, they can’t do anything without someone supplying the power for them to play. God will do that.

As the real work begins, His plan is to teach each one of His grand instruments to both write the music they will play, program it into themselves, and play it. And so, He begins. What a challenge. How is He going to do it? Unimaginable.

But, we get little pictures. A small child who picks up a violin not having any idea what it is. He finds a bow and eventually ends up scraping it across the strings. It screeches. Ugh. But, the child is delighted. He has made a sound he never before heard. Of course, others listening shiver. The sound goes straight up their spine, like fingernails on a chalkboard.

The child keeps screeching on that violin, but then a teacher arrives and begins instructing. Some children take to the instruction, and simple melodies start to form. Many just like the screeching and ignore the instructor. But, the teacher is unfazed and uses every means to get the child to listen and realize there is so much more to enjoy than screeching sounds. But, some kids just like the fact that they have control of something that makes sounds and they don’t want anything else, yet.

But, other children like the music and press on for more. They begin to make something that sounds like music. The sons of screech may even become jealous as the children of music begin to make beautiful sounds. The way some kids of screech deal with their brethren is to try to stop the music because it sounds so much better than the screeching. The children of screech would like to make melodies like music, but they don’t want to be taught. They want to do it themselves. Their screeching should be melodious but it isn’t, and they refuse to acknowledge the beauty they are beginning to hear in others. In fact, they try to stop those tunes because they are determined to keep doing what they are doing until it becomes music.

The children of music are only just beginning to learn how to play and have yet to discover the types of sounds of which they are capable, especially together. Some tinker on their pianos, others join the teacher in sound rooms for individual instruction in their instruments. Some of the screechers join little groups and try to play their screeches together. These latter groups don’t care that their sound is bad. Since they don’t yet know what a real tune is like they have no way to realize what they are missing. They are just having fun being together and making noise together.

But, once in a while, the instructor is able to get the attention of one or the other and let them hear a bit of real harmony. These get hooked. But like all the children, there is stiff opposition to them learning such things. Wherever they go, there is a disturbing noise that is not really loud, yet it is so distracting that it hinders their ability to focus on what the Instructor is saying. But regardless of what music they are trying to play, it is better than that background noise, so they all keep playing.

Eventually, a few learn how to make a semblance of a real harmony. They may continue to play by themselves or with a small group. Regardless, the sounds are beautiful, yet, not even close to what is coming. They can’t even imagine it. In fact, they don’t yet know enough to even consider there may be more. They are just happy with their improving sounds.

But, as the Instructor continues training each one, eventually a sound begins to develop that sounds heavenly compared with anything they have heard before. These begin to realize what the Instructor is up to. If they listen and pay attention, fixing their attention on His instruction, they are going to hear something not heard since the beginning of time. But, this is going to require allowing the Instructor to teach them all how to be fit into His composition rather than their own, however good their music has been. And so, the Instructor begins to find a new cooperation from some of His students and begins to create a new sound through them. This new sound isn’t just the students doing what the Instructor has told them but allowing the Instructor to fully express His music through them by literally writing it with them and playing it within their vessels.

The Instructor continues the training. He wants His students to enjoy the ease with which He can play their instruments, an ease that makes the students think they are playing it themselves when in fact it is He doing it in them. But amazingly, He can’t play it in them without their cooperation. So, really, is it Him playing in them, or is it them playing? They don’t know or care because each stands in awe of his own transformation. Each discovers they are so unique, and the glorious sound they are hearing is coming from themselves. They love what they hear in themselves as well as what they hear in the other students.

Yet none still realizes what is coming.

As more and more students understand what they have been hearing in their fellow students, even more and more students hear, also. Gradually, they begin coming together as small ensembles, then bands, then orchestras followed by little symphonies. When the Instructor has finally trained each student, even the ones who preferred to screech, billions and billions of vessels created throughout time, each a unique instrument with a sound distinct from the others yet capable of perfect harmony with them, they begin to discover a wonder. As they start to hear their own different sounds which they had been created to produce separately, yet together, they suddenly hear it. A sound never before uttered in all of time or eternity. (I say uttered because there is no word capable of summing up what they hear or from where it is coming It fills up everything.) And all know, this is what they were created for, and throughout all ages to come it will continue to grow. They are a symphony unlike anything that any instrument could have ever imagined. They have found the life for which they were created.

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