Rich Mullins was learning to play classical piano music while he was still in elementary school.  Richard's first big hit, Sing Your Praise to the Lord,  later recorded by Amy Grant, demonstrated his classical roots.  Amy left out the song's bridge, but in this performance at Wheaton College,  Richard leaves it in:

You will find Richard's opening phrase at 1:38-1:47

Richard follows up with a few bars borrowed from Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto #1.  You can hear it starting at 8:12-8:20

This is the fourth in a series of posts about the upcoming book, Let the Mountains Sing.  For part five, click here.

One of my favorite Quaker elders, who is a great storyteller, recently shared this story with me. The original version she had discovered in The Little Flowers of St. Francis:

One winter day St. Francis and Leo were walking together to their abbey.  As they continued on their way, Francis would quiz his brother Leo: 

"If I spoke with a silver tongue and sang like an angel, would that be pure joy, Leo?"

Uncertain how to reply, Leo echoed the question back:  "Would that be pure joy?"

Francis answered his own question firmly:

"No!" 

"No?" asked Leo.

Next, Francis asked Leo,

"If I healed the sick and raised the dead, would that be pure joy?"

"I don't know, Brother Francis.  Would it?" came Leo's reply.

"No!" said Francis, more strongly than before.

Again, Francis queried Brother Leo,

"If I converted all the crowned heads of Christendom to our cause, Leo, would that be pure joy?"

"No?"  asked Leo.

St. Francis nearly shouted his answer:

"No!!"

Timidly, Brother Leo asked Francis,  "What, dear brother, then is pure joy?"

"If we were to arrive at our beloved abbey and, when we knocked on the door hungry and covered in sleet, the doorkeeper stared us in the face and said, 'I do not recognize you.  Begone, liars, thieves, and murderers,' then beat us and threw us into a ditch full of freezing slush, that would be pure joy."

The elder who told me this story paused for effect.  In fact, she stopped altogether.  That was the end of her story. Encountering trials is such a common experience to those who follow the path of Jesus that nearly anyone in such an audience would be able to make an application of this story to their own lives.  I loved this story and re-told it several times over the next few weeks, although I didn't show the elder's restraint when I encountered blank stares.  In a few instances I couldn't help but suggest interpretations to those I told it to, because many find it confusing or harsh.

Without interpretation, though, the story sinks in deeply and we work on it like a puzzle that remains unsolved.  I think it's really better that way.