I do not read music, but have often witnessed my brother, claude tackling a new piece.
His eyes see so much more than mere marks scribbled on a page;
he hears the music.
His trained mind engages even the subtleties and the nuances of the original composition, and is able to repeat the authentic sound, knowing that the destiny of the music would never be reduced to the page;
but is always in the next moment,
where the same intended beauty is heard, and repeated again!
The best translation would always be the incarnation!
I so value the enormity of the revelation of the incarnation.
Yet, before flesh, the Word was προς
face to face with God!
And fragile text scribbled through the ages in memoirs of stone, parchment and papyrus pages -
carrying eternity in thought and continues to translate faith to faith!
Now we have the same spirit of faith as he encountered when he wrote...