Last week we were fortunate to get tickets for the Desford Brass Band concert at Theatr Hafren, Drenewydd. Most of the time we were on the edge of our seats. To hear the fullness of a brass band is an unforgettable experience ... but to hear a prize winning band playing it's own choice of music is very special indeed! So many colours. Volume that one moment shakes the base of your seat, the next moment is so quiet, you strain to hear. Harmonies, discords, solos, groups of players, but all so alert to movement an expressions of the director. Like an artist pallette, every colour seems to be possible at the movement of a finger or coner of a lip.
This is what a verse from Isaiah 35 says, in a modern translation:
Wilderness and desert will sing joyously, the badlands will celebrate and flower— Like the crocus in spring, bursting into blossom, a symphony of song and color. Mountain glories of Lebanon—a gift. Awesome Carmel, stunning Sharon—gifts. God's resplendent glory, fully on display. God awesome, God majestic.
That is exactly what it felt like, A EXPLOSION of colour and song. Sometimes subtle, sometimes just plain brash ... but always under control.