There were kids everywhere! Newborns in strollers. Toddlers all bundled up. Young kids sleeping in the pews. There was one kid in the back that yelled something terribly cute after every song. I never new what he or she was saying, but in my heart I knew it was worshipful. Lot's of the kids were the children of artists I went to see, and I am sure I watched just as many little ones running ahead of their parents in to the lobby where we had the merch set up.
One of my favorite things about my friends that played last night is the sheer amount of talent that was displayed on the stage. Not just musicianship but lyrics and the care and intention I know was put in to each song. They were songs about faith, hope and life. Hey there was even one song about a shinny rocket and another about a baby peeing on his dad. As I sat there and listened to my friends play their music for family and friends that had come to a hometown show I was reminded of something I have let myself forget. There is life in this gift of music. I had gone to see most of my favorite artists share a stage, and most of the night my attention was drawn away from the front to watch a bunch of kids react to the music, stare at nothing really, or just pull their mom's hair... and it was great.
So in this very real, artistic, humble, creative community I have longed for there is no fame or riches or glamor, but there is love and life. And there is a Savior. Jesus said He came that we may have life to the full, and I am thankful that He has surrounded me with so much new life...and music. That's cool.
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