Heart Sounds
January 6th, 20103 When I was going to the province of Macedonia, I encouraged you to stay in the city of Ephesus. That way you could order certain people to stop teaching false doctrine 4 and occupying themselves with myths and endless genealogies. These myths and genealogies raise a lot of questions rather than promoting God’s plan, which centers in faith.
5 My goal in giving you this order is for love to flow from a pure heart, from a clear conscience, and from a sincere faith. 6 Some people have left these qualities behind and have turned to useless discussions. 7 They want to be experts in Moses’ Teachings. However, they don’t understand what they’re talking about or the things about which they speak so confidently.
1 Tim 1:3-7 (GW)
From the time before I was born, while still in my mother’s womb, I was being affected by the sounds of my father’s guitar. Somehow, growing up on a ranch, with more of a country heritage, he became drawn to classical music, and especially the Latino sounds of romantic musical expression. Without any lessons or critique he had learned many pieces on his electric guitar by listening to phonograph albums. Although many of his techniques were not what would be considered correct, there was something he communicated to me in his playing that touched my heart with an inspiration and a motivation to produce that same passionate expression. In his playing is a sound that moves past the limitations of mental thought and methodology of theory to the reason music exists in the first place- to produce an emotional movement of the heart.
In my musical studies inspired by both the guitar playing of my father and the piano playing of my mother I moved on to the university setting where the emphasis became more on methods and theoretical correctness than actual production of something to which a heart might be drawn. For all that was brought to an ability to play expressively during that period of intense criticism, there was almost a loss of the passion that drew me to play in the first place. While my mother and father had given very little criticism, what he did give was a demonstration and an expression of what music really was in such a way that I will never be able to let go of it. I’m grateful for that exposure and it is still my pleasure to go to their mountain home surrounded by the inspiration of God’s incredible creation and hear the heart sounds of their playing. I’m always turned once again to that purpose that transcends the confines of the scholarly ones self-consumed in their knowledge of history, theory and ability to criticize, but possessing very little ability to draw a tear from a single note of their production.
I’m grateful for all that’s been provided in the Word regarding everything having to do with life and Godliness. He has left nothing out that is most necessary for the fullness of life that is ours in Christ. What has drawn me to the cross, though, hasn’t been the sounds of debate and contention that elevate the details above the overall purpose of the composition. In Christ there is a sound that will pervade even the most detailed theme that maintains the forward motion of a heart-consuming expression of His overpowering love. Any sound, any compilation of knowledge or ability to elevate based upon ‘superior’ information or methods apart from this sound of love will just be an annoying and discouraging ‘sounding brass or tinkling cymbal’.
I’m grateful for the real sounds of heart expression that have come to me from my parents, motivating me to a life’s quest to produce like sounds, and I’m grateful for the sounds of my Savior’s heart that have drawn me to a life that transcends the thoughts and contentions that would in themselves only inspire doubt and confusion. May there be in the airwaves that are moved by my expressions much more of His heart purpose than any mental contentious construction. May there be a heart moved, a tear shed and a life drawn to a quest of like production.


