For the glory of the skies

I spent a lot of time on Sunday listening to sacred music. I mean, duh. Lots of John Rutter. After rehearsal that night, I found myself standing on Broadway listening to Paul Halley's "Voices of Light", and I was struck again that the beauty of sacred music is that it is done for the glory of God. And I thought, "I wish everything I did was to glorify God."

And then I thought, "Wait a minute."

There is no reason why everything I do can't be to glorify God.

Welcome to Eastertide.