A truly Christian woman would, no doubt, tell you that the antidote to any form of stress is a quiet exercise in holy prayer. I do believe that to be both useful and necessary, but it is not how my soul is always fully soothed.
Ah, but Norah Jones on the Bose, and a very cold white wine~ here is a consistent calming agent! Light some candles, and I'll swear we have attained a close approximation of Heaven itself.
You'd think I would grow tired of Norah Jones, but I never do. Just the opening strains of one of her early songs on the radio is enough to release me from every worry.
It's very worshipful.
Have you ever been to a musical concert where the teeming masses shout and raise their hands in an unconscious immitatian of a Pentecostal filled with exaltation? I think that such enthusiasm is, in fact, worship.
We worship all kinds of things, though we're not always honest enough to call it that. The trick, I think, is to see what causes our heart to swell and to look behind it to the Creator. Norah Jones, and a glass of chilled white draws me to God.
So does candlelight.
He is the object of my worship no matter the vehicle which takes me there.
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