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Date: 14 September 2004 22:44:14
A well-read Bible passage, a particularly inspirational sermon, being involved in communion; all can be cause for reflection and joy at being part of worship. But it is often the songs/hymns sung that really touch me and bring my mind back to the most important things, and the reason I'm not still in bed on a Sunday morning.
This Sunday was the first time I'd managed church in a few weeks (thanks to unhelpful shifts at work), and was my last visit before returning to Swansea. I walked in the door to the sounds of one of my favourites from Songs of Fellowship- How Deep the Fathers Love. I can't really say what this song- the simple arrangement of notes and words- does to me, but suffice to say it always makes me cry. I joined in with the praise band at the last minute, knowing I didn't need to practice this or the others we were singing- Meekness and Majesty and There is a Redeemer among them. I love being here, where I'm at home, and I feel such a loss when I leave.
Maybe its something in the way my brain's wired, but music has always been able to affect my mood. Certain songs can bring me up when I'm down, or give me the strength to cope when life is hard. And this was one of them.