Wednesday is a day of reorientation. Monday and Tuesday, I reflect on Sunday’s services. What went well? How did the music interact with the message? Was my preparation enough?
On Wednesday, I turn my gaze toward the coming Sunday. I finalize my service binder, confirm my prelude and postlude, and rehearse with the choir. I let go of missed notes and set to my practice again. I let go of beautiful moments and start again from scratch.
Wednesday is like the middle of a Psalm, when the poet turns his gaze to the Lord. It is the day when past and future Sundays meet, and I live gratefully in that meeting.
A Bookish Charm 