It’s two weeks before the Spring harp recital but I was not even close to getting my recital piece memorized. Harp teacher Andrea sat on her bench and listened attentively to my playing. After the music ended, she thought for a while and said, “I remember your recital last Christmas. You played “Drifting Snow,”quite a difficult piece. But your playing was warm and touching… I miss that warmness.”

That’s my “ah-ha” moment.

I was not missing the accuracy of musical notes. I was missing the articulation and interpretation of the message.

Last Christmas, I was able to dive into the nostalgia of “Drifting Snow” by William T. Cameron. My touch was Christmas-like, warm.

It’s Spring now. I’m delivering Rhett Barnwell’s arrangement of “Amazing Grace.” To articulate the benevolence of God’s amazing grace, I would need to offer a prayerful, heart-reckoning strokes on the strings.

And this warmness — it would be liken to a homecoming call.

If anyone is wandering out there, he or she might need this call. He or she might need warmness right now… “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.”

I don’t know who’s the “anyone” out there, who needs some soul-searching moment… but I’m praying for God-sent warmness, one that is rich and abound, one that I could share it with others. 


About Florence Kuek

Was lecturer and researcher at a state university. Currently serving as Head of Student Services at a college. Has a pastoral heart for people. PhD candidate, Chinese Studies at University of Malaya.
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