DEAR PILGRIM: Of Handel, Beethoven, You and Fathom At The OPERA
Hey, don’t even fall for the temptation of trying to edit the title, you knowledge freak! These are my thoughts and not Gaston Leroux’s Phantom of the Opera!
There is a world of difference between a ghost and depth of comprehension. Just relax and give me your mind.
She held my hand as we walked into the already crowded theater and we were welcomed by a potpourri of colognes.”Do we have a reservation upstairs?”She asked as she tickled me for the hundredth time in one night while I gingerly pulled her towards the stair hall. Climb, climb, climb and finally we settled into our chairs. It’s been one heaven of a honey-moon. Breakfast was at Madrid, lunch and a little shopping at Milan and now the city of love at the Salle Favart, Paris.
Though it’s been two weeks since we got married, it felt like a few minutes ago. Oh! What joy! I remember a stranger slipped a note into my pocket on our wedding day and it read
“You are the only mortal in-law of Zeus enjoy a blissful life with Aphrodites”
The mould broke after her nose was crafted and the ink finished after her eyes were colored, little wonder the rest of you have black iris. She’s a work of divine art. The only perfect face you’d ever see. Kindness crystallized, humility on two legs, instinct like a razor. MORE? Simply be our guest.
I watched with utmost gratitude to the resplendent sculptor for this gift while she reached into her bag and brought out the opera glasses.
Tonight is a special night, not just because I’m with her but also because history was being made in France. The world of opera was experiencing a fusion, the first of its kind. A merging of two orchestra. A mélange of symphony and opera orchestra, all in one place and on the same stage: Acting, vocals, and full instrumentation. Whoever thought of this?
Lights out and the first scene began, something suddenly felt strangely familiar. Second scene and then a musical number. The conductor was celestially excellent as he, with great dexterity paints music on the canvas of space. DO, LA ,SO, MI ,FA. His silent manual gestures indicating meter, increasing tempo, signaling entries and with great bravura setting the tone for the most educative evening of my life.
Now although, this was my maiden trip to Paris, I was experiencing a déjà vu. There was something about the whole setting I’d seen before. The assortment of the evening reminded me of something that eludes my consciousness: A foggy reminder of something that once was. I spent the rest of the evening probing my memory for answers.”
“What’s wrong with you?”she asked.” nothing really” I responded.” it just feels like I’d seen all these before.” she smiled sweetly and said jokingly “it happens, maybe in your former life.”
Finally, the night came to an end with a standing ovation. It was the most beautiful night in the history of opera and I was glad to be present.
I stood up and waited for her to adjust like she always does, pulling at the waist of her dress as she stamps both feet simultaneously often with a “WHAT?” expression on her face. We left the theater and just as I raised my hand to stop a cab…I REMEMBERED. It came to me with the force of a charging bull.
The opera, the one we just saw and listened to, the grandest ever, was simply my life on stage for all to behold and not just mine, it was your life also. Wait a minute, let me fill you in.
We’ve been through some terrible things and we have lost some dear ones. We have been rejected a couple of times and let down a number of others. Splendid moments we’ve had and numerous gifts we’ve received. You’ve had good friends and Judas’ you’ve met. You know what it means to laugh and sorrow you are familiar with. Is there anyone facing pressure? Is there anyone who feels like throwing in the towel? You are in deep mess right now. Someone just jilted you and you are bitter and close to tears. Relationship at the brink of break up? God hasn’t treated you right .You trusted him with a loved one and He let him die. He didn’t keep his end of the bargain. God disappointed you in short.
You see, sometimes life can be like an orchestra with different notes ,that break-up is a DO from a viola, the job loss is RE from a cello, the departure of the loved one is MI from a clarinet, the new house God gave you is a FA from an oboe, the SO you are hearing is the new car you drive. Your beautiful child is a LA from a bassoon. The mess you are in is a TI from a flute, that part of your body that makes you insecure is a DO from a double bass.
Now the problem with us is that we listen to these notes in isolation and it really doesn’t sound pleasant. I mean, if you’ve ever pressed a key on a piano or blown air into a flute just once you’d agree with me it doesn’t make any musical sense. Yet these same sounds are what make an orchestra, except the word symphony is introduced to it and God is a master of rhythm.
You see, God is like the conductor of an orchestra, while you see isolated notes, He sees melody. I think we judge him too quickly. He takes your DO, RE, MI…and arranges it in a manner that not even Beethoven, Handel nor could Mozart ever dream of piecing together. And you know what? When He’s done, He then invites kings and queens to watch you being showcased as a grand piece of orchestra.
Did someone just break your heart? Do you feel frustrated? Are you glad or sad? The appointments and the disappointments. Don’t worry, the music is forming and you’d be showcased at the opera Sydney oh, sorry the Opera of the Universe.
Have you read psalm 66:11-12 before? I think you should, only then could you fathom what I learnt at the opera.
11) thou brought us into the net; thou laid affliction upon our loins
12) thou caused men to ride over our heads; we went through fire
through water; but thou brought us out into a WEALTHY PLACE.
It’s all going to work out for you good.
WELCOME TO FREEDOM