Sometimes the postlude is truly an epic event.
It's usually a holiday, perhaps Christmas or Easter, when it happens.
The song works into a grand crescendo. The bravado of the final notes consumes the entirety of the sanctuary. Debbie holds the last combination of notes out for effect and, at just the right moment, she releases her hold on the keys.
The grand instrument falls silent - and the moment happens - the audible, collective gasp, the last breath of the echo, the stunned expression as hands go up; just waiting for the unfamiliar post-postlude applause.
I call it the "well done thou good and faithful servant" moment.
It's the sound I want to hear when I get to heaven. It's the sound that I occasionally want to hear in my life here and now - because I need that comfirmation. I need affirmation in my own life. I need to know that I'm on the right track, doing the right things, and following as I should.
I need that moment now and then.
P.S. This is my 500th blog entry.
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