DON'T ROLL OVER BEETHOVEN

Activated - - NEWS - By Anna Per­lini Anna Per­lini is a co­founder of Per un Mondo Migliore2, a hu­man­i­tar­ian or­ga­ni­za­tion ac­tive in the for­mer Yu­goslavia since 1995.

When my fa­ther had me lis­ten to Beethoven’s 6th Sym­phony1 for the first of many times, he was un­doubt­edly try­ing to im­part to me his pas­sion for clas­si­cal mu­sic.

I was only a small child at the time, yet I remember it vividly. The mu­sic started off gen­tly de­pict­ing a peace­ful pas­toral scene, as I hap­pily played at my fa­ther’s feet. Then a lit­tle cloud came, and I started feel­ing a bit ap­pre­hen­sive and hud­dled closer to him. Along came a rum­ble of thun­der, then light­ning, and it kept build­ing up un­til the storm got so pow­er­ful, so huge, so scary, that I ran to my fa­ther’s arms. He whis­pered com­fort­ing words, “Don’t worry, my child. The storm will pass. See? It’s al­ready go­ing away. The mu­sic is chang­ing.”

Ev­ery so of­ten we would lis­ten to it again—even­tu­ally, I was the one ask­ing for it. We would smile and laugh to­gether when the tran­quil tune came back af­ter the cli­max— the peace and calm af­ter the storm.

Many years passed, that lit­tle girl grew up, and Beethoven’s 6th Sym­phony was for­got­ten, re­placed by many other sound­tracks.

But even­tu­ally, the real storms of life ar­rived. Dur­ing one par­tic­u­larly trou­bling time, some­one gave me a CD of that sym­phony, and it hap­pened all over again. I was moved to tears, re­al­iz­ing that my fa­ther had known all along what life would hold for me: peace­ful days, heavy storms, and then peace again. It was as though he had wanted to pre­pare me in ad­vance.

My heav­enly Fa­ther’s arms have al­ways been so com­fort­ing, re­as­sur­ing, and present, even when my earthly fa­ther wasn’t around. They’ve helped me to hold on and keep up hope when all around me was chaos and tur­moil, be­cause even­tu­ally ev­ery storm ceases, and all is calm again, and of­ten even more beau­ti­ful and sparkling clear than be­fore.

To this day, when­ever I lis­ten to that par­tic­u­lar piece of mu­sic, I shed a few tears. I can’t help it, re­ally; it’s my life’s theme song.

There is only one se­cure foun­da­tion: a gen­uine, deep re­la­tion­ship with Je­sus Christ, which will carry you through any and all tur­moil. No mat­ter what storms are rag­ing all around, you’ll stand firm if you stand on His love.— Charles Stan­ley (b. 1932)

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