Devotion in Stereo

Music: All I ask of You-Phantom of the Opera
Mood: Reverent

Songs of true devotion:

I was simply attempting to practice vocals, when I stumbled across a huge revelation. I was singing "I’ll Go Where You Want Me To Go" (for those who aren’t LDS, please at least listen to the song) It is a standard at Missionary “going-away’s” but it is so much more then that. This song lights me on fire man.

The basic idea of the song is a covenant. If you (Christ) will hold my hand and guide me through it all no matter what it is or where it is I will follow you. I will do what you want me to do, I’ll go where you want me to go, I’ll say what you want me to say.

This is a song of pure faith. A song of devotion. Music is HOLY. It is not only right, but it is imperative that you raise your voices in song to your Creator. Music is meant to delight the soul of man as well, but it is intended to delight the soul of man as far as it serves to remind him of the premortal life that he spent in the presence of his God.

Creativity, beauty, the human spirit these are all things that please God.

Please exercise, and use your talents. It is pleasing to your Father, he will wait for you.

I do want to write about “If you could hie to Kolob” but that song has all but been removed from the hymnal. I don’t want to bring it to light in this forum and risk it being removed for good, but PLEASE PLEASE ask me about this song if you want to discuss devotional songs and the nature and purpose of life.

Spiral Musings...

Music: Some Enchanted Evening-Jay & The Americans
Mood: Reflectalicious

We left Salt Lake City at about 9:30 a.m. on 1/1/08. I was nervous about what I would find there, but I knew I had to look. I went to the Jetty as a religious pilgrimage. I went seeking God. We were the first to arrive, and so it was completely deserted. All you could see was the Jetty itself, and salt for miles and miles. It seemed to meet with the horizon. At first I was resentful because I didn’t understand there would be such rocky terrain so I sat in solitude on top of the mountain, watching and praying. When the time was right I was able to find an alternate route down to the salt. It was beautiful…a vast expanse of nothing but salt that could be walked on. It glittered in the sun, each grain winking at me with reflected glory. We walked over to the spiral jetty and while I declined walking the spiral I was certainly able to appreciate the work that was placed into it. The hand of God, and the hand of Man. We picked our way back up the hill, and then parted ways. I went to do what I had come there for. I sought solitude with only my mind, a pen, and paper. I didn’t wind up writing anything down; some things are too good for words. We left at around 3:30p.m to come back to Salt Lake City. I had accomplished what I went there for. I didn’t find all my answers, but I did find some, and that is good enough for me. I was glad I went simply because I went with a right-thinking head, and emerged triumphant from that salty stretch of land.

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