4764. The music began; the
performance was perfect in every way. They were playing the Opus Six, Number
Eight, the “Christmas Concerto.” I glanced at the program and saw that it was
being performed on period instruments. My excitement began to build, and I
looked forward to sobbing any instant.
4765. But B. interrupted me to
mention again that the chairs were impossible to sit on. I looked around and
noticed that in sections of the church the cushions were on the floor rather
than the chairs. They were not cushions for sitting on they were for kneeling
on.
4766. This broke my concentration, and I began to think about the
prayer cushion. I must admit that often in a concert I start to daydream, and lose
my concentration.
4767. I began to imagine that I would drop down on my knees and
begin praying, instead of listening to the music. I began to debate with myself
whether I would pray silently, or if I would cry out in despair to God as a
voice echoing in a wilderness.
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