First of all, my apologies for not posting anything for far too long… I hadn’t forgotten, but amid the bustle of things to do and to be done, blogging has slipped farther and farther down the list. I’ll try to do better in the future though.

A few evenings ago, for evening worship, we were talking about Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego and the fiery furnace. That story is such a classic Bible story.

I always used to think that the purpose of this story was to show that God can rescue you out of the most dire trouble. He certainly can. But this time, I saw it in a new light. Rescuing the three friends from the furnace was only part of the story. It’s a story about worship and commitment.

The three young men were determined to stand for God – quite literally in this case. When they were called to answer for their disobedience to the royal decree, they didn’t waver. They were no cowards, even when they were standing before the ill-tempered king who ruled most of the civilized world at the time.  They were so far from being cowards that they told the king that “we are not careful to answer thee in this matter.” They already knew their answer.

“Our God is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and He will deliver us out of thine hand, O king.” (emphasis added) God was able to deliver them from the furnace, and He would deliver them from the hand of the king. That’s interesting. Apparently delivering them from the fiery furnace is separate from delivering them from the hand of the king.

“But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up.”

“If not” what? Probably if God chose not to deliver them from the fiery furnace…

Was there any thought in the young men’s minds that God was going to rescue them? They knew that He could do it. But in plain sight was the furnace, now being heated seven times more than it was designed to be heated. I’m sure they were aware of the very real possibility that they could be martyrs.

And so they were cast into the fire, but not to death. Death fell upon the men who cast them in, however. It seems rather ironic – Nebuchadnezzar wanted to destroy the men who defied his authority, yet instead he ended up killing the “most mighty men that were in his army.” And the men who were supposed to be destroyed ended up as national heroes.

This is a showdown type of story. And God wins, just like He did on Mount Caramel, and just like He has ever since. Yet His victory is not merely based on preserving His men from harm. That almost strikes me as of secondary importance. The crucial moment was just before they were cast into the furnace. All fear of death was gone. All fear of the king was gone. Instead, it had been replaced with all trust in God. And that’s where the real victory was. The power of God to turn a feeble human being into a courageous man, with no fear of anything someone else might do to him…

So many times Christians who seem perfectly steadfast and loyal end up failing when presented with certain temptations. “Surely God wouldn’t keep me out of heaven just for that.” I’ve even tried to use that line of reasoning (better known as excuses) myself. But that’s not what Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego did. They could have come up with all kinds of reasons why it would be okay to bow before the image.

But they knew they could trust God with their lives. In fact, God was the only one to whom they could safely entrust their lives.

It wasn’t the first time they had risked their lives to remain faithful to God. But it was probably the scariest. The Bible doesn’t paint a picture of fearful men, however. These were men who had forgotten every trace of their natural self-preservation.

To them, life would not have been worth living had they purchased it by compromise.

Oh, that we would see more of that kind of commitment today…

Asturias

My latest challenge - learning Asturias, by Isaac Albeniz. One of my favorite pieces ever...

Asturias comes from the Suite Española, a suite for solo piano. It is thoroughly Spanish, and extremely guitaristic. It is far more well known from its guitar performances than the instrument for which it was intended. Yet, I wonder if maybe Albeniz wrote it under inspiration from guitar music. For it fits the guitar perfectly...

I've posted a video at the following link. I know the video has imperfections, but try to focus on the music itself... not my flawed performance. :)

I'm planning to record this piece for my next guitar CD, which will hopefully finished by late summer.

http://vimeo.com/21180563

Silence...

I stepped outside the front door. It was time to bring in more wood. Yet soon, my attention was diverted - by nothing. Nothing? Yes, actually I stood outside in the cold, and listened to the deep, pervasive silence. I could almost reach out and touch it. 

In our fast-paced society, often we forget to take time to be still and quiet. Life is full of things to do. Is there any value in taking time to be silent? 

"When every other voice is hushed, and in quietness we wait before Him, the silence of the soul makes more distinct the voice of God. He bids us, 'Be still, and know that I am God.' This is the effectual preparation for all labor for God." (Christian Service p. 249)

Being busy isn't a bad thing necessarily, and certainly our Savior must have been one of the busiest men who ever lived. Yet the secret to His unending strength must have been at least partly related to secret prayer and time alone with His Father. Alone. No cellphone, no Internet, no communication with the outside world. Just Jesus and His Father. 

If we were to follow His example, and take more time to be silent, alone with God, don't you think that our lives would be drastically different? Maybe?

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It hasn't been easy for me to learn to appreciate silence. I am a person whose mind is always active. I constantly have music playing in my mind. I'm always thinking about some friend, or my recent projects, or the latest piece I'm learning on the guitar. Recently I got an iPod that lets me have access to all my music, emails, Internet (when I'm in range of wifi) and other information - all the time! (In fact, I'm writing this very post on my iPod!) And texting on my cellphone goes on where the iPod leaves off. For me to put that all aside, and be still, has been difficult at times. I used to think that I was being silent if I wasn't listening to any music. But what God has been teaching me recently is that the most powerful kind of silence is the silence of the soul. Silence when my heart is waiting to hear God speak.

Silence has great power. There is no substitute for quiet time with God.

There are some lessons which cannot be learned apart from silence, some things that we cannot hear until we are still. The still, small voice has precious lessons to teach us.

May we ever remember to take time to be silent, alone with God, no matter how busy our lives become. 

Changes...

Time flies, and changes are inevitable. When I look back at some of the fond memories I have from past years, I don’t know whether to be happy or sad. Happy that I had such wonderful times in years past, sad that those times are past, never to be lived through again. Recently we watched a video of my first guitar recital. It was a landmark performance for me, my first time playing in front of a real audience (other than at church). The pieces I was playing weren’t exceptionally difficult (though at the time, they seemed like an impassible mountain of music). But it was such a special time for me, to have the privilege of playing in a real music hall, with other students playing real classical guitar pieces. Then I thought about my most recent recital, where I played the Prelude and Allegro from a Bach suite. It was another major event in my life, but it was just another recital. It wasn’t the huge achievement that the other one was. Sure, I had a wonderful time playing those pieces (which were much more challenging than the ones I played at my first recital) but it wasn’t any great mental struggle to get up there and play them. I’m surely thankful for videos and pictures to help me remember those special times.

And then, I look at myself. I’ve changed a lot through the years. Years ago, I was a little adventurous boy who loved to run outside through the rain, ride my mountain bike for an hour every morning, and even enjoyed cooking. I still enjoy cooking somewhat, but I don’t do much anymore. My life is so different now. Back then, it seemed I always had lots of chores to do. I never could get quite enough time to do what I wanted. But now, looking back, I realize that I had far, far more free time than I ever get now. For a long time, I blamed it on my daily hour of guitar practice. But it’s more than that. My life as a whole is different. I have emails to answer, a blog to update, videos to edit, deadlines to meet, responsibilities at church, more schoolwork than ever before, and chores to be done. And I haven’t even started working at a job, or studying for my learner’s permit. There are so many things that I’d like to do, but I can’t do because I don’t have enough time to fit them in.

I’ve wondered if all these changes are good. Some of them haven’t been, I’m afraid. Sometimes I make poor decisions about how to spend my time. I might answer an email to a friend instead of working on a project that has a deadline. By God’s grace, I have been improving in that area. Other changes have definitely been positive. I’ve been learning to take responsibility for my own decisions. Learning how to accept the consequences of what I choose…

Then I came to the sudden realization that, whether or not I like what’s happening, I’m growing up. And there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. My friends aren’t 12, 13, 14 years old anymore. (I still have plenty of friends in that age range, of course. J ) Many of them are now in their upper teens, or early twenties. They’re growing up too. Some of them have gotten married. My world isn’t the same as it was 5 years ago.

But there’s one thought that comforts me through all this. God’s hand is leading me, and He’ll be there for me every step of the way. If I trust Him… 

And I’m sooo thankful for wonderful memories that I’ve been privileged to have from years past… I know that there will be many more things to remember in the future. I want to enjoy life as God brings it to me. I don’t want to spend my life wishing that the “good old days” were here again. Sure, there are some things I miss about them. But there’s no turning back.

And why should there be? Though there are some things I’ve had to leave behind, there are new opportunities, new adventures, new friends, and new blessings ahead. I wouldn’t miss out on those for anything.

The day I sat down with my steel string guitar, to record a few songs on a cheap RadioShack microphone and a PC laptop with a freeware audio program, I never dreamed I’d be where I am today. Today I have a much more powerful, flexible recording system. But I’m ever so glad that I recorded those pieces when I did. It gives me something to look back on. That was a special time. I was constantly discovering new things I could do with the guitar.

Now, my recording sessions are much different. My guitar is different, my playing is different, my microphones are different, and my computer and software are different. But the memories of the old times are precious. Even though I didn’t know where to put the microphone, or how much EQ to add. Even though I left the speakers on the laptop turned on, and got a little feedback…  Even though I turned up the bass on my recording far beyond what was reasonable. Those times are past. But there’s something I’ve learned over those same years, that’s more important than knowing the right kind of reverb to use, or where to put the microphone. Something far more important…

It’s learning to enjoy the journey. Enjoying where God has placed me now. Knowing that though things will change, I can still be content knowing that God is leading me. And knowing that the destination is far better than anything I enjoy now.

Don’t fear to leave the past behind. Press upward and onward and forward. No turning back.

“Forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.”

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And in case you were interested, I thought I'd include the video of my first recital. I was 13 at the time. I had been taking guitar lessons for nearly a year.

I apologize for the glitch in the middle of the video - I didn't know where the original captured video was, so I just copied it off the DVD, and there was a short gap in the middle for some reason.

My first public performance from Zachary Roux on Vimeo.

No Turning Back

Imagine looking at a stormy, fearful passageway, with dangers lurking in every corner. You can’t imagine how you’ll make it through. The only thing upon which you can rely is the promise of your superior’s protection.

And then, behind you, is a lush, attractive meadow. (Doesn’t this sound like something from Pilgrim’s Progress?)  You wish with all your earthly heart that you could contentedly sleep in that meadow.

But now, the Master tells you to advance. The salvation of souls is at stake – even the salvation of your soul. There must be no turning back.

Total commitment. No turning back. No thought of giving up. This is the only way that the battle can be won.


When the time comes to fight the powers of darkness (even if that battle is in the solitude of the heart, struggling over an impure thought) no half-hearted soldier is fit for the task. 

No man who after a time resolves to go back to the beggarly elements of the world, is worthy to be called a disciple of Christ. If he does not intend always to be on the side of truth and righteousness; if he does not mean to be a brave, whole-hearted soldier, to endure opposition from a determined foe, and to press close to the bleeding side of Jesus, not faltering or turning back, “he can not,” says Christ, “be My disciple.” (ST July 28, 1898)

This is what GYC is all about…

And more importantly, this is what I want my life to be all about…

Prelude and Allegro

Here's the other piece I played at my recent recital... The Prelude and Allegro from Bach's Prelude, Fugue, and Allegro, BWV 998.


Prelude and Allegro (Bach) from Zachary Roux on Vimeo.


http://vimeo.com/18116985

Here's another video from a recital I played in. This is a Theme and Variations on Good King Wenceslas, arranged by Mark Anthony Cruz. Please forgive my early memory lapse... :)

Theme and Variations on Good King Wenceslas from Zachary Roux on Vimeo.