Strength to LIVE another day
For anyone who reads my blogs and wants God’s help for living another day, this is my prayer for you. (by Phillips Brook)
Give me strength to live another day. Let me not turn coward before its difficulties or prove recreant to its duties. Let me not lose faith in other people. Keep me sweet and sound of heart, in spite of ingratitude, treachery or meanness. Preserve me from minding little stings or giving them. Help me to keep my heart clean and to live so honestly and fearlessly that no outward failure can dishearten me or take away the joy of conscious integrity. Open wide the eyes of my soul that I may see good in all things. Grant me this day some new vision of Your truth. Inspire me with the spirit of joy and gladness and make me the cup of strength to suffering souls.
In the name of the strong Deliverer, our only Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen
Let me introduce you to one of the world’s greatest pianists…
Despite his great talent, Vladimir suffered from insecurities. Let his story be an inspiration to you, the reader.
Sometimes life gets rough along the way. We are not certain what the future will bring or if we have the courage to face it. Yet God knows and all He wants is the best for us. He wants for us to use the talents that He gave us. We were never promised life would be easy, but did promise that his Holy Spirit would lead, guide and comfort us. He gives courage to continue on.
The family moved to New York City in 1940, and four years later, he gained U.S. citizenship. Horowitz completed his last recording for Sony Classical four days prior to passing away. He died of a heart attack on November 5, 1989, in his adopted city. His body resides in the Toscanini family tomb in Cimitero Monumentale, Milan, Italy.” Shown below (info taken from Bio)
One of his most memorable performances took place in Moscow in 1986. Horowitz had overcome so much and lived another day to be his best. He played a full concert to a packed house, but one of the pieces he played, Schumann’s Traumerei , struck a cord with the audience. One can see on the faces memories of the suffering that so many had endured during WWII. Being a Jew, Horowitz knew only too well the horrors of the Jews who lived and died during this time. He tenderly plays…perhaps for them.
Notice, on the following video of the Moscow concert, a man in the audience with tears running down his face. One comment about the performance and the Russian’s tears speaks of the history of what the audience may have been thinking:
“This piece of music was played on the radio at the end of WWII. The studio didn’t know what to play…it was over. Millions were dead. The guns were silent. So they played this piece. I’d guess from the date of this performance, and the white hair of that gentleman, that he might have been one of the young soldiers or just kids, who heard that silence, then this piece on the radio. I’m old enough to remember the silence in the US, and we were LUCKY, just 250,000…so I know why he was in tears.”