The Choir Conductor’s Speech
As I think of them who quietly, silently worked, helped us behind the scenes. Who unexpectedly gave us a donation, who make video recordings of our concert, edit it and turn it into V-CD. Without them our concert would be for ever gone, lost, now will we live for ever, any time we play the V-CD. Or remember their encouraging words. It’s like a heavenly drink, an oasis in a desert.
I guess that there are not many people who have the courage to acknowledge that he’s perfectly, sublimely created. I do not mean to compare myself and compete with others. I acknowledge that I’m perfectly created, so you are, all of us, every one, the living and all creation, superb, magnificent.
His creation must be perfect, a masterpiece. It’s impossible that He could have made faulty creations. Blame a man, blame the Creator who made him. “The Work praises its Master”, so says Schiller. It’s delicious food that praises the cook not the people nor the ads.
How extraordinary are even invalids. They still are capable to paint with their mouths or feet and they don’t feel uneasy among the people.
“Never too old to be young. Never too late to improve yourself. Better late than never.” Aren’t we perfectly created? So we assure ourselves. If we didn’t believe it we wouldn’t have this concert, we would never have the courage to start learning, singing in old age without talent or any music education before. We never dreamed that we could have come this far.
Said the nightingale to the emperor:
“You have repaid me. While I sang, I saw your tears falling down. That’s the most precious jewel that’s longed for by a singer.” (H.C. Andersen)
I don’t know whether you really enjoyed our singing, but if there are a few, even though it were only you, or only just one song which really could stir you, that would be our thanks, more than a thousand thanks, the biggest thanks, that would be our richest reward more than the largest sum in money.
Thank you.
Thus was his speech in the Bahasa Indonesia after his choir concert in a small church in Jakarta, October 2005.
As I think of them who quietly, silently worked, helped us behind the scenes. Who unexpectedly gave us a donation, who make video recordings of our concert, edit it and turn it into V-CD. Without them our concert would be for ever gone, lost, now will we live for ever, any time we play the V-CD. Or remember their encouraging words. It’s like a heavenly drink, an oasis in a desert.
I guess that there are not many people who have the courage to acknowledge that he’s perfectly, sublimely created. I do not mean to compare myself and compete with others. I acknowledge that I’m perfectly created, so you are, all of us, every one, the living and all creation, superb, magnificent.
His creation must be perfect, a masterpiece. It’s impossible that He could have made faulty creations. Blame a man, blame the Creator who made him. “The Work praises its Master”, so says Schiller. It’s delicious food that praises the cook not the people nor the ads.
How extraordinary are even invalids. They still are capable to paint with their mouths or feet and they don’t feel uneasy among the people.
“Never too old to be young. Never too late to improve yourself. Better late than never.” Aren’t we perfectly created? So we assure ourselves. If we didn’t believe it we wouldn’t have this concert, we would never have the courage to start learning, singing in old age without talent or any music education before. We never dreamed that we could have come this far.
Said the nightingale to the emperor:
“You have repaid me. While I sang, I saw your tears falling down. That’s the most precious jewel that’s longed for by a singer.” (H.C. Andersen)
I don’t know whether you really enjoyed our singing, but if there are a few, even though it were only you, or only just one song which really could stir you, that would be our thanks, more than a thousand thanks, the biggest thanks, that would be our richest reward more than the largest sum in money.
Thank you.
Thus was his speech in the Bahasa Indonesia after his choir concert in a small church in Jakarta, October 2005.
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