TCATS #466 - God's Personable Love

Since both my son and daughter had an award ceremony I wanted to attend last Thursday night, I ended up missing the Tabernacle Choir rehearsal--which of course made me ineligible to sing on Sunday's broadcast. So, when I went into the Tabernacle on Sunday, I took my place in the balcony with the rest of the other "ineligible" choir members. A couple of friends came over to me to see how I was doing, for which I was grateful for, and then the rehearsal started a few minutes later. 

As I half-participated in the rehearsal (it's hard to be fully engaged when you know you won't be performing), I just started to feel a little down. Things in life have been hard lately and sitting by myself with my mind wandering every which way made me a bit glum. I looked down in the choir seats to where I was supposed to be sitting and wished I was there for two reasons. First, it always helps me feel better when I'm surrounded by people--particularly when I know that a few of those people really care about me. And second, even though the songs we were singing weren't ones I really loved, the lyrics of them seemed to resonate with me and I knew those lyrics were going to resonate and effect others who tuned in to hear them, too.

At any rate, as I sat there watching the run-through, near the end I noticed that one of the basses was struggling with his balance. I saw my friend Wes, who stood next to him, steady him a bit and then as the program ended, the seating manager and some others helped him out of his seat and offstage where they could figure out more about his condition. 

I knew this created a vacancy that needed filling and I had every confidence that our seating manager would be able to shuffle people around to fill it. In fact, I didn't really think that much about it. 

The 20 min break started and I made my way down behind stage to visit with a few friends. After chatting with one, I made my way outside since Wes had just texted "Hey, come outside. You should suit up! We need you! Mark almost fainted and we need you to fill in."

I found Wes and he reiterated what he said in his text. The seating manager, Randy, happened to come outside at that very moment and Wes and I went up to him to see if he needed some help. He looked at me and asked how quickly I could get changed--since at this point there was only about 15 minutes left in the break! I told him I could do it, and as I turned around to start going, Wes smiled and said "RUN!"

Run I did. I bolted over to the Conference Center, making my way to the "bunker" where the men's changing area is and stopped mid-step realizing that I hadn't noticed exactly what the men were wearing! Usually there's a white board on the wall that tells us each week what suit and what tie to put on, but when I looked at it, the information had already changed to what we'd be wearing next week. Crud! With the seconds ticking by, I thought about calling Wes to ask. But it suddenly dawned on me that our weekly attire info was actually on an app that we started using awhile back. So I launched the app, clicked on the day, and there it was: Charcoal Suit and Red Kevlar tie.

Within two minutes, I was into the suit. I grabbed the tie and headed back over to Tabernacle. With a few minutes left, I arrived letting Wes know I was back and then headed in to find Randy to let him know I was ready to go. He was relieved to see me. Finding my seat, I sat down wiping sweat from my forehead and hoping I would get minimal camera time so people wouldn't see my glistening face. Haha. Wes sat down beside me all smiles and the guys around me thanked me for filling in last minute. That feeling of brotherhood was just what I needed.

The broadcast started. I glanced quickly back up at the balcony thinking how bizarre the last 20 minutes had been--how everything had changed. My gratitude replaced my sadness and I gave God a quick prayer of thanks.

As I sit here and write this entry, I reflect back on that experience and wonder "Did God cause all of that to happen just for me?"  My self-esteem issues want to render that line of reasoning as implausible, but just in case He did, it's quite a testament that God can start a chain of events --events that lead to one of His children receiving a personal witness that yes, he's loved. After all, our Heavenly Parents are Parents of love, are they not? And making sure we feel that is their primary objective. 

I also reflected on Wes's actions. If he had subscribed to the same line of reasoning that I had ("I'm sure Randy will take care of it--he's the seating guy and will figure it out"), things would have played out much differently. Instead, he saw an opportunity that he knew I'd benefit from, he advocated for it, and helped make it happen. 

What a good friend. :)

I don't mean to make all of this a bigger deal than it is. Someone could quickly sum this up by saying that I got to fill a vacant seat last minute and I was able to feel better. Yes, that is what happened. But it was more than that. It was feeling God's love--feeling like He cared. It was feeling friendship from someone looking out for me. It was a seating manager who could have re-arranged the seating (everyone on the end of each row move down one and then the basses on the top row move over one) but instead gave me an opportunity to help. 

I hope this week that we can all feel God's love for us in personal ways that only we can recognize. I hope a friend advocates for us--if only to help us feel thought-of and appreciated.
And I hope that we give others a chance to help us.

Until next time, God be with you.

P.S:  In reviewing the broadcast on YouTube last night, I had to laugh that not only was I on camera once, but four times--with two close-ups! I guess God does have a sense of humor.

P.S.S.: We rarely get to hear how our music affects others, but we got an email this morning letting us know about a few audience members who were so touched that they had tears streaming down their faces exclaiming "That is the most amazing thing I've ever seen!" 

 

From the 5/7 broadcast