The Secrets My Parents Knew About Jazz

The soul needs a little bit of that from time to time. A little bit of what doesn’t resolve. A little bit of what stretches beyond three minutes and twenty two seconds. A melody that keeps moving. Music that keeps you musing. Makes you stand around and listen. Not to figure it out. Or keep you guessing. But just to enjoy—like long rides in the car for no reason at all. No good reason at all…

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You don't have to fall apart.

Be human. And be small. Let those few things slip and fall away. Let those few things fall apart, as you release the tightness of your grip and your grab. Because, our Father in heaven—with the cosmos in one hand, and our delicate humans lives in the other—has promised us life. And, more abundantly, life with him. Eternity—the promise of a place, of his person, of his presence, that will never, ever fade. Or fall apart. Not even forsake us…

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