Thursday, March 31, 2011

The Power of God Defies Limitations

Last Friday I was looking forward to the first concert of this tour, which was to be in Bellingham, WA. I have been working on putting together this tour, sharing my new music, and reaching people with its message.

On Friday night I began to feel sick. I was dizzy, weak, and my throat was raspy and I couldn’t sing.

I began to feel afraid for the concert. What if I still can't sing tomorrow? The idea of calling off the first concert of the tour was awful.

So, I began to pray, and I called a Christian Science practitioner to pray with me. He told me confidently on the phone that no one was singing here but God.

I woke up during the night several times, feeling afraid that the concert was going to be ruined. The implication in this fear was that God didn’t care for me, and that I was alone to deal with this situation on my own. Each time I would remember God, try to draw my thoughts of Divine Love close to myself.

When I awoke in the morning I was feeling the same – woozy and my throat didn’t work. I called the practitioner again, and again he brought out the same idea – Only God is singing here – not you, not a throat. And nothing can stop God from singing to His creations. The practitioner continued to pray for me through the day.

As I continued to pray too, I began to think about the purpose of this concert. The fear of its being ruined had led me to believe that it was about me – my succeeding or failing. But praying about it, I realized that, of course, this concert is about giving a gift to the audience. It is about sharing the gifts that God has given me and letting others be blessed by them. I began to realize that no matter how I feel, I am going to proceed with this concert and find some way to bless these people who are coming to hear me. I began to feel a faith that God is here, and will open a way for something wonderful to happen. I thought of Christ's counsel to become as a little child.

So we went ahead with our rehearsals. I was glad to be moving forward even though I didn’t know how it would come out. Then, about halfway into our rehearsal, all the symptoms I had been experiencing, including not being able to sing right, disappeared. I felt strong, like the wet blanket was lifted from me. And I had to attribute it to the morning's prayers. It simply wasn’t true that God, or God's children could be held back, kept from doing good work.

The concert was wonderful. We had such a good time, and the audience loved it. Afterwards, I was delighted and humbled to heard several people tell me of how my music had helped them through a difficult time, or led them to a new understanding of some spiritual concept. And there were a few moments in the concert, when I was singing particularly high notes, that I thought, "This would not be happening but for the healing power of God. He is here to heal!"

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