Friday, June 12, 2026

The Piano and the Score: A Metaphor for Lifelong Growth

I sit at the piano for an hour or two each day with a simple commitment: be as obedient to the score before me as I possibly can. I never intentionally make mistakes, yet they come—plenty of them. When my skill and ability fall short, I stop, return to the difficult passage, and work on it until the notes begin to flow as written. Over time, what once halted me becomes effortless. I breeze past those former trouble spots, often without even remembering how impossible they once felt. Then I close the book and open a new, more demanding piece. The cycle begins again.

For me, this daily rhythm at the keys has become a profound metaphor for life itself—a microcosm of disciplined becoming.

The score exists independently of my playing. It does not bend to accommodate my limitations, moods, or improvisations. True mastery begins with submission to what is written. In life, it's the unchanging realities around us: natural laws, moral principles, scriptural covenants, and the teachings of Christ. We can add personal expression, rubato, or creative flourishes, but the foundation of growth is honoring the score as given.

Mistakes in this context are rarely moral failings; they are diagnostic. They reveal precisely where our current capacity falls short. The ‘gulf’ between who we are and who we are trying to become. The disciplined response is not to push through with excuses or compensations, but to stop, isolate the problem, slow down, and repeat with focused attention. This is the pattern of repentance and refinement—humble, targeted, and persistent. Many in life keep playing wrong notes loudly and call it “authenticity” or “interpretation.” The wise pianist (and the wise soul) chooses the harder, honest work.

Mastery of something naturally provides a beautiful gift. One of the sweetest mercies of practice is how mastery erases the memory of struggle. What felt insurmountable becomes natural, even joyful. We stand on past difficulties as a foundation and reach higher. It's the “mighty change of heart” described in scripture—old temptations or weaknesses grow distant not because they were trivial, but because we have been transformed.

Yet the process never ends in mortality. Each new score—whether in marriage and family life, parenting through changing seasons, deeper theological understanding, vocational challenges, or trials of faith—brings fresh passages that expose new weaknesses. The temptation is to rest on past mastery or avoid harder repertoire. The mature musician, like the mature disciple, keeps choosing the next piece.

This metaphor illuminates several vital truths:

There's a natural tension that hangs between Agency and Grace. We must choose to sit at the bench daily. The piano will not play itself. Yet transformation is not pure self-effort. Repetition, muscle memory, subconscious integration, and even rest do their quiet work. As Paul taught, we “work out [our] own salvation… for it is God who works in [us].” Philippians 1:8 RE. Discipline creates the conditions for grace.

There is Power in deliberate practice.  Time at the keys matters, but 'focused' time on the hard parts matters more. Life rewards resisting the comfort of familiar repertoire. Tackling that awkward chord progression or rapid run parallels confronting a character flaw, a strained relationship, or a doctrinal knot. Slow, mindful repetition beats mindless volume.

Keeping an eternal perspective reminds us of Who wrote and is writing the score. Our cycling through scores suggests a Master Teacher who curates the repertoire for our growth. Each piece builds technical, emotional, and interpretive capacity. What feels like endless repetition is actually ascent—pre-mortal preparation, mortal refinement, and post-mortal continuation. The moments when we breeze through former difficulties offer foretastes of perfected ability.

"Do as I have done. Love as I have loved. “Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart...” Once we master a piece, we can teach it, accompany others, or join in ensemble playing. Personal sanctification equips us to strengthen our families, communities, and broader circles of influence.

A gentle caution -- you aren't Jesus yet -  perfectionism can paralyze. Even master pianists miss notes in performance. The goal is musicality and flow, not robotic flawlessness. Life’s score allows room for interpretation, expression, and creative improvisation—especially once we have internalized the Composer’s intent.

Your daily practice—whether at the piano or in the larger arena of life—is a form of worship and prayer: showing up, submitting, failing honestly, and rising again. The music grows richer with time. The struggles that once stopped you become the very passages that make the whole worth it.

Keep playing.  The next score awaits, and so does the joy of mastery yet to come.

Signed

John The-Not-So-Beloved


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Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Truth or Dare? - The Cost of Being a Seeker and a Fool

To be a seeker of restoration is to be called foolish.

We fix our eyes so intently on the ancient truths—on the pure covenants, the power of God, and the pattern of Zion—that we often fail to reckon how few truly desire us to recover them. Yet the truth abides. It endures whether we see it or not, whether we choose it or not.  

When the truth offends, we lie and lie until we can no longer remember it’s there—but it is still there. It does not bend to our comforts, our traditions, our institutions, our fears, or our carefully preserved ideologies. It does not yield to governments, to respected religious authorities, or to the soothing voices that say “all is well.” The truth simply waits—patient, unchanging, holy—for all time.  

In this eternal game of truth or dare, the Restoration calls us to choose "truth"—no matter the dare that follows. And this, at last, is the gift of the Restoration. Where once I might have feared the cost of recovering plain and precious truths, I now only ask: "What is the cost of the lies we have lived with?"  

The lies that diminished gifts, that replaced power with programs, that turned prophets into idols and covenants into contracts. The lies that taught us to mistake a form of godliness for its power. Every lie we tell incurs a debt to the truth. Sooner or later that debt is paid—in spiritual famine, in a people starved of miracles, cut off from the heavens, wandering in a wilderness of our own making—generation after generation paying in fractured families and souls unprepared for the day when the lies can no longer shield us from reality.  

Truth does not need our permission to be true. It only waits for a people willing to pay the price to reclaim it—whatever the cost. For in the end, the truth is not merely something we discover. It is Someone we return to. And He has been waiting.  

May we have the courage of the Restoration, not the comfort of the comfortable.

Signed

John The-Not-So-Beloved