Back to Bach: By Rev. Gaven M. Mize
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H I G H E R T H I N G S __ 12
t’s night and it’s quiet. It’s dead quiet, yet you aren’t quite sure you are ready to move toward your goal for the evening. Everyone else is asleep. You live with your brother because your parents unfortunately died early on in your life. Your brother can be very protective of his music because he holds it as sacred. So for you, it’s hands off. You creep stealthily upstairs. You listen at your brother’s door and you hear nothing but snoring. It’s time to put your plan into action. So, you move quietly through the dark night of the house because your heart’s desire is that precious to you. You creep into the music room, making sure the door doesn’t creak. You find the cabinet that you have been intently eyeing with musical need since you were very small. You’ve mastered all of your beginner’s music sheets and they are getting very boring. You slip your hand between the bars of the cabinet, roll up the precious sheets of music, and slip them through the bars. Now, all there is left for the night is to copy your brother’s sacred music onto a new piece of paper so you can play it later in secret, and then replace the original to its rightful place. If indeed this is you, then you are young Johann Sebastian Bach, part of a musically gifted family in 17th century Germany.
