Besides being the artistic director of a faith-based theater company, I am a piano teacher. I started teaching piano when I was 18 years old, and with the exception of a couple of breaks (my last two years of college, and between the births of son #1 and son #2) I’ve been teaching ever since.
The annual Spring recital, right after Memorial Day, has been a tradition for my students for over twenty years. It’s the night when we celebrate their progress and their accomplishments. They play their most difficult pieces. I mention awards they’ve won. We showcase any graduating seniors.
It’s NOT a night about me.
Except that this past Tuesday, my piano families decided that it was. Continue reading →
If you’ve been following our blog for awhile, you may recognize this post from mid-July. But it seemed like an appropriate post for both Thanksgiving AND (shudder) Black Friday, since it mentions gift-giving. And hey, I’m recycling! How very politically correct of me, right?
I didn’t grow up saying grace. I didn’t grow up thinking ‘grace’. I didn’t understand grace, and I couldn’t define it. But after nearly thirty years of adulthood, and being an active Christ-follower, I was pretty sure that I could define “grace” in a pinch.
I was reading Colossians in my Greek Interlinear New Testament. (Don’t be too impressed…I only know enough Greek to be dangerous.) I was looking at the word translated as “thanksgiving” or “gratitude.” It looked like “eucharist.” That can’t be right. Eucharist has to do with communion, I thought. I never was sure, in my liturgical childhood, exactly what the word meant, but I assumed it meant ‘communion’…and by communion, I meant the Lord’s Supper, the bread and the cup offered to the congregation. Continue reading →