Serendipity

I find it by strange, divine appointment that yesterday I listened to Maslanka's 4th Symphony jubilantly ring out the Doxology through the hundreds of hearts gathered in the Meyerson, today my beloved grandfather passed away, and in two days I present/conduct the project Believe It Anyway, discussing the nature of trial, faith, and death and what it means to wrestle with God.

I don't know what this means. I don't know how to fit it all in my brain. I know less how to fit it all in my heart.

I will just continue to sing, "Praise God from Whom all blessings flow..." and mean it with every fiber of my being. And mean it so hard that tears might squeeze out of my eyes.