As a lover of music myself, I’ve long believed that the existence of music—that certain frequencies together create consonant harmonies and beautiful textures, that the mere manipulation of sound waves can become a transcendent whole greater than the sum of its physical parts—is proof positive that God Exists. How could something so precise and so beautiful emerge from a chaotic Nothing? Unless we’re including twentieth-century German Expressionism, it couldn’t.
Bette’s piece went up earlier this week on her blog Esther’s Petition, and it is a must-read. She points out the ultimate purpose of music: to glorify God, to worship Christ. She also dives into the endless variety of music, and how a single song could keep a composer occupied for eternity.
The most poignant part of her piece, however, is a “mini-vision,” in which a throng of singers and instrumentalists of every stripe arrive to sing for an “audience of one: Jesus.”