BBC Radio Leicester Thought for the Day

© John Denney 29 September 2004


I thought it was about time I put some new records in the CD player in my car, so I dug out our not very extensive collection of CDs and put fresh ones in.  OK, if you must know, there’s a Diana Krall, a Django Reinhardt, the Beatles greatest hits, Chris Rea’s l’Auberge, and one of those compilation Rock’n’Roll CDs the newspapers give away from time to time.  Oh, and a very loud orchestral CD by what Harold Steptoe called “Wagner, mate”.


I can’t honestly say that any one of these contains something my wife and I can call “our tune”.  In fact, we don’t really have an “our tune”, more “our era”.  I guess our era is the 1960s, with the Hollies, and Booker T…  Actually, now that I think of it, it was all the artistes featured on Saturday Club with Brian Matthews.  Those were the days, my friend; we thought they’d never end…


Some of my friends have an “our tune”.  One of them has a soft spot for Abba’s Arrival.  I know, because I had to play it on the church organ for their wedding.  They want me to play it for their silver wedding renewal of vows next year.  I suppose I’ll have to work it out all over again.


Music has power to bring back memories, especially pleasant ones.  The appreciation of music is a blessing that God has given to us humans.  Animals don’t appreciate music like we do.  If your pet conducts along with the 1812 overture, or singsalongaMax, then John Florance’d love to hear from you later on this morning. 


About 3000 years ago, King David and some others wrote a pile of songs that you can find in the Bible.  We call them the Psalms, and they are really meant to be sung.  Maybe the No. 1 in the Psalm charts is the 23rd, turned into verse and sung to the tune “Crimond”.

The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want, he makes me down to lie in pastures green.  He leadeth me the quiet waters by.

My soul he doth restore again, and me to walk doth make within the paths of righteousness, e'en for his own name's sake.

Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, yet will I fear none ill.  For thou art with me, and thy rod and staff me comfort still.

My table thou has furnishèd in presence of my foes, my head thou dost with oil anoint, and my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life shall surely follow me.  And in God's house for evermore my dwelling-place shall be.

That’ll do as my song.  What’s yours?


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