He said so many things that landed on my heart, little comments here and there that wrapped us in love and goodness and mercy. Boundless mercy. Mercy divine.
It left me changed, I’ll tell you that.
And it came as a surprise. He was, after all, a man who’d come to whip the adult choir into shape.
Tom Trenney did so much more.
There’s so much music, and so little time for rehearsing at Montreat Music and Worship. Each moment is precious. We gathered twice a day and the reminder we were a bunch of strangers singing unfamiliar compositions with a concert Friday was never far from our minds. Then Tuesday as time ticked by we were mid-learn (and really concentrating) on a difficult section of a new piece when a fire truck passed our open windows. Its sirens filled Anderson Auditorium.
I bristled thinking of the interruption of this harsh, unexpected sound, of the inconvenience.
Tom Trenney, on the other hand, stopped his conducting, dropped his arms in the most gentle way, and clasping his hands in front said softly,
Let’s have a moment of prayer for the people suffering this emergency.
Three hundred of us bowed our heads together.
I think now of that silence, that prayer, that moment, and I am overwhelmed.
Jesus taught by example.
Tom Trenney reminded me nothing is more powerful than that.
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