The closest I came to hearing music in Heaven is when a shape-note ("fa-sol-la") group came to George Peabody College in Nashville, TN where I was a graduate student, and I was lucky enough to actually sit in with them. I can still remember how the hackles went up on the back of my neck due to the almighty roar that we made. What a glori…
The closest I came to hearing music in Heaven is when a shape-note ("fa-sol-la") group came to George Peabody College in Nashville, TN where I was a graduate student, and I was lucky enough to actually sit in with them. I can still remember how the hackles went up on the back of my neck due to the almighty roar that we made. What a glorious racket it was! And I've been around . . .
Something about the strong convictions those folks held . . . things about which I didn't even have an inkling . . . and still don't.
The closest I came to hearing music in Heaven is when a shape-note ("fa-sol-la") group came to George Peabody College in Nashville, TN where I was a graduate student, and I was lucky enough to actually sit in with them. I can still remember how the hackles went up on the back of my neck due to the almighty roar that we made. What a glorious racket it was! And I've been around . . .
Something about the strong convictions those folks held . . . things about which I didn't even have an inkling . . . and still don't.