If you are waiting for a podcast to download and you randomly click on a song in your itunes library, and pouring forth is “Figlio Perduto“, as sung my Sarah Brightman. And you close your eyes and remember. That one Sunday that seemed like every other Sunday until the organist started playing the postlude. And it was Beethoven’s music, the music behind Sarah’s singing. And you sat back and let the song wash over you, because the organ was loud and D’s playing was perfect, and you were not caring that everyone else was leaving for Sunday School. And if this is you remembering this right now, you may feel a bit sad. Wishing you could be with that organ again, hearing that song. Someday. When the rest of life isn’t crowding around.