God, via mass and pipe organ again

Lent plus music, with embodied faith and presence.

 

A soul debt has been paid.

 

RantDad always said “I don’t want anything fancy at my funeral, just the Bach B Minor Mass.”

 

Um, Dad, we’re protestants / a quaker / …. I am pretty sure saying Mass over deceased Protestants is…

 

In the end RantDad’s memorial was packed. There was plenty of music, but no B Minor Mass.

 

Until Sunday.

 

RantMom has been determined that the family WILL find some music during Lent. RantMom found out about the B Minor Mass, went down herself to buy tickets and reserve seating compatible with Little Sister’s wheelchair.

 

The music was exquisite, a completely fitting memorial for both RantDad and Quaker Honorary Auntie and all the music connected with them.

 

RantWoman posted snarky commentary about the olfactory experience on her other blog. Earth to RantWoman, consider what the olfactory experience probably was in Bach’s time.

 

And then, Monday a text from Auxiliary BackUp Mom Friend: I have tickets for us at an Organ recital.

 

Um, okay, I THINK it can work with the schedule….

 

The Fisk organ at Benaroya. RantWoman does not have the patience to find the name of the organist or the program to be sure she spells the composers’ names right.

 

There was a piece about the life of Christ, complete with feeling the crucifixion.

 

There was a Toccatta which the performer played by memory.

 

There were 6 Variations and a Fugue.

 

There was at least 20 minutes of improvisation on themes of Beethoven.

 

There was appreciation from several quarters of the athleticism involved in the performance.

 

RantWoman’s brain is still running around in the harmonies and dancing in the variations. That plus a work deadline is getting in the way of tending …

 

Hold the tending and everything that needs to be tended in the Light.