Listening in Silence

I was reading the other day that Led Zeppelin had a thing against singles. They wanted their albums to be an experience as a whole. Sometimes I think bands are so worried about putting out good singles that they lose the feeling of an album. And the sunset is torn as they sit picking apart each song.

Music is a means to the soul. Just the other day I was reading an article on dance therapy. There is something powerful about the rhythms of graceful movement. Growing up, Christians never did dance much. For this I was always jealous of the Mormons, who always seemed to dance so well. I feel often that there is something missing in Christianity in this sense. Perhaps some theologians believe they have all the dogma down, but I would choose dance over dogma any day.

When I was in seventh grade my teacher told me that her husband and her would sometimes sit in their living room in an area where the acoustics were very good. They would put on classical music, and just do nothing.

And perhaps in the listening--in those moments of silence--we can find God. We can find the one who is above all others.

In a few days I leave for New Jersey for my summer mission. I will be working with children, and I hope that I can teach them to dance.