"BUT IT WAS TOO LATE- HOPE HAD ALREADY TAKEN ROOT."
PRIDE AND PREJUDICE - JANE AUSTEN
the healer of souls
We got a letter the other day from a young man who had just lost his father. He said that our music was playing an important role in the healing process. I was so struck by what I read in his letter:
"I'm not healed. Far from it. I stand and play under the lights because I know that the longer I spend there the less time I spend sitting in the dark. My faith is the only strength I have some days. I'm blessed with a wonderful wife and amazing friends, but some types of darkness can seep in even with love all around you."
Confession is a place of strength. Even with all I have to be thankful for, I confess: the darkness can still seep in.
This is my attempt to build a rock and roll confession booth. Yeah, I'm a sinner. My heart is fatally flawed. I'm the first to admit it. But I'm not alone. Let's go there. To the Healer of Souls.
"But it was too late- hope had already taken root."
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen