A story which reminds me of my mom

My mom is an organist and piano teacher, and I spent my whole time growing up in and around the church with her. She never really “talked” about her faith, it just oozed out of her fingers on the keyboard, or the harmonies she evoked from the choirs she led, or the care she took in helping various pastoral leaders choose music to augment and layer the themes they were preaching on.

She didn’t need to “teach” me faith, she embodied it.

Anyway, here’s a piece a student shared with me which brought my mom abruptly to mind: