When I think about heaven and what awaits us there, I couldn´t help but imagine stringed and wind instruments plus hallelujah choruses. It would be grand. It would be a daily awesome symphony with the largest orchestra ever.

I remember myself as a little girl who wanted to play the piano. My grandpa was a pianist and I remember myself sitting next to him by the piano when he played. I am not gifted with musical talent. But ironically, my heart is filled with music that no note could define. The melodies that lie in my heart have tones and semitones incomprehensible to the musician. I am grateful, however, because I know that the one person I want to hear the music that my heart plays understands. My Father God understands every chord I strum and each note that I play.

I could still vividly remember how the Lord called me to do something which never crossed my mind – music ministry. It still feels very unusual for me, to date, that the Lord would call someone like me who has practically no inborn talent at all. Nonetheless, whenever I play, it is not my fingers that play, but my heart – for I know I have an audience who doesn´t listen with His ears but His heart. I call Him my Father.

Today, I had the privilege to hold a violin for the first time. When I let the bow slide on the strings, I knew I didn´t play music – not even a note. But the sound that came out made me think of my Father looking down at me smiling.

When Jesus Christ was born in Bethlehem, the heavenly hosts proclaimed His coming. They worshipped God with a most beautiful chorus, saying, 

“Gloria in excelsis Deo!” 

(Luke 2:14) 

Jesus Christ is the ultimate expression of the Father’s love for mankind. 
“We praise you, Oh glorious God, for sending your Son Jesus so that we may experience the fullness of Your love through Him.”