My enthusiasm grew as I entered the theater and observed my surroundings. Colors of royalty decorated the halls while candles gave the room a romantic glow. Painted cherubim flew around the rotunda of the ceiling and jewels adorned my chair like a display at Tiffany’s. A curtain of white mist clouded the stage and drew back at the first sound of music. Different groups of people warmed their instruments and voices.
The excitement built as the conductor took his place. All the musicians ceased their tuning and turned their faces toward him.
Tap…tap…tap…The small wand glimmered as he raised it and the music began…
I strained to listen to the notes at first but they became a conglomerate of incompatible tunes. Disbelief filled my heart yet I hoped the music would soon become a blessing to hear. However, each group continued to perform their own styles of music oblivious to the cacophony.
My hands covered my ears in an attempt to muffle out the noise. Others in the audience did the same or shook their heads. The conductor tried to gain the musicians’ attention but it was no use. I leaned over to the girl next to me.
“What are they doing? Why doesn’t he make them follow his lead? I’m sure if they would just look at him, the music would be beautiful and unified.”
“He won’t force them to follow, but he never gives up. One day we hope they will focus on him instead of their own ideas but we continue each week with no change…everyone wanting to do what they like instead of what the conductor wants.”
“Can they hear how horrible it sounds?”
“Unfortunately, no. We hear them all together on one stage but on earth they are in different buildings trying to worship in their preferred way.”
“Wow. I never thought my first concert in heaven would sound like this. How long do we have to listen to it?”
“Soon it will quieten down as he finds the one with the true heart of worship, the one who follows him. Then you will be glad you came. We tolerate the noise each week because the song of the true heart is the most beautiful of all.”
The conductor began to close the mist of white around the performers one by one muting their sound till one small girl stood alone.
Her face shone before us and we listened to her words.
“Do you like this one, God? Tulips are Mommy’s favorite. She is not feeling well again today but I know one day you will make her better. I opened the window for her so she could hear the birds sing. She says she loves to hear your creatures almost as much as she loves to hear me. I made up this little tune…tell me what you think and then will you help me put some words with it?”
The little girl’s singing filled the heavens. The conductor laid down his stick and took a seat. His pleasure descended upon her like a dove as she lifted her voice to an audience of one.
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