An Old Friend

This past Sunday afternoon, I got out my French horn and played with my church orchestra. It was like being reacquainted with an old friend. During that hour of playing, my soul was refreshed. As a church staff member, my Sundays tend to be full of responsibilities and leadership. There are days in which my soul is in need of rest like David in Psalm 62:1. In God's infinite grace, He relieved a busy day with a sweet hour of revived friendship.

I started to play the French horn in the 6th grade. The first time my eyes took notice of the horn, I was drawn to it. I enjoyed all the curves and how it looked so different than all the other brass instruments. I started playing it in the 6th grade, and carried it in my heart for 11 years to follow. Yesterday, I picked it up and embraced the beauty of an instrument that gave me such musical comfort over the years.

Yesterday, I felt like the Psalmist in Psalm 150...praising God with the horn. Yesterday, the grace of my Sovereign Lord led me to pick up an old friend and continue years of praising Him with the melody of His instrument. I wonder if He had joy like I had? I wonder if He looked at me; an instrument of His symphony, playing for His infinite glory? The music was refreshing. The old friend was much needed.

The horn is sitting next to my office desk right now. I'm grateful for the gift I have, from the Father, in playing it. Like Jubal, the chosen originator of God's music (Genesis 4:21), I'm grateful that for an hour yesterday, my mind was on playing an instrument for the glory of my Lord.

Soli Deo Gloria!

Dave