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Posts in April 2004

The Voice of the Lord

by: Abinadi Ayerdis | on: 2004-04-03 00:00:00
There was a baptism in Santa Rosita. I guess that's what made it weird. Sister Draper volunteered to sing. After all of the problems we'd had, after all of the times she'd refused to sing, complaining about some vague ailment, Sister Draper volunteered to sing at one of Santa Rosita's baptisms. So it was, that after they'd been baptized and dressed and re-seated, Sister Draper sang Abide With Me, Tis Even Tide. Now, you can say what you want about Sister Draper. You can say she's rich and stuck up or stubborn or flirty or whatever, it may even be true, but you have to admit, her voice is beautiful. And so she sang and caught us all up in the spirit of the hymn; sweetly and delicately, she spun her web of music. We were so caught up that we were sad to hear it end. What a voice! Our voices are so important. They are one of our primary methods of communication. I wonder how the voice of God sounds. I wonder what feelings it would evoke. I wonder if I've heard it before and didn't recognize it. If Sister Draper could sound so beautiful, what does His sound like. . . maybe it would sound the same.

What Is Truth? --- I Dance.

by: Abinadi Ayerdis | on: 2004-04-03 00:00:00
There was a distinct pressure on the shoulder muscles of my left arm. I had just thrown my left hand on the ground while swinging my left foot out and around my body. I continued through the deceptively simple six-step dance move. My body is tired, my breath is quick. I am horribly out of shape. Well, perhaps 'horribly' is too strong a word, but I still fall short of 'physically fit.' All that aside, I love to dance. Some guys go to dances to fit in and hang out with friends, some go to meet girls. I go to dance. I just think it's fun. I've found that it isn't that great a place to meet girls , anyway. It seems that those couples who "hook up" at dances are attracted to each other physically. Not that I have anything against physicality, but, not being a "beautiful" person physically, I can't rely on my looks to "reel in" girls at the dances. I think most people are like me in that respect. I rely on charm to win hearts. Normally, the atmosphere at dances is less than conducive to having a conversation. I am thus immediately hampherd. The best I can do is wait for a slow song. But even then, the three minutes that the song lasts are not enough to get to know someone. Even going to hang out can prove somewhat unsatisfactory. Given the noise, it is hard to talk. I usually see these guys standing around -- sometimes alone, sometimes in groups of two or three. We call them wallflowers. Luckily, it turns out that dances are great for dancing. "What is truth?" you might ask me. Confidently, I respond, "I dance."