Praying Twice
Last night as I drove home late from work I was listening, as usual, to Christian radio. I love to drive at night; I always feel as if the darkness is covering the car like a peaceful blanket, hushing the noises of a busy day into gentle stillness. Many things were on my mind as I drove home, and my mind was racing through them as fast as my tires were going on the parkway. And then one song began on the radio, a well-beloved song of praise; and my heart began to melt. Now I have no pretence that I possess a decent singing voice; I am barely able to carry a tune "in a basket", as my grandmother once told me, and this Sunday at mass I was amused to find the little girl in front of me looking over her shoulder at me while singing quite a few times. However, I still love to sing, and sing often (although usually alone)! Why? Because, as one of my ten reasons noted, that music as an art form is capable of expressing the unexpressable, of taking your heart and soul and send...