Oh! When they suddenly burst out with Joyful Joyful We Adore Thee (in German, but hey...) I thought I had died and gone to heaven. That amazing sound just filled Bass Hall. It was THRILLING!
[Peruvian-born Miguel Harth-Bedoya is credited with transforming the Fort Worth Symphony into a top-tier ensemble.] Boston.com
After the concert, as we're walking to our parking garage, we encountered the street preachers on the corner. They're there every Friday night, shouting their hate-filled version of the gospel to all passersby. This picture is from GoogleImages, but it represents pretty well the intensity you feel coming from these guys.
Usually I just want to get away from them, but strangely last night I felt myself getting very angry. After having come from this truly sublime experience of Beethoven's Ninth that filled me with joy, touched my soul, and took me to the mountaintop, to then come out into the night and hear this filth filling the air -- it was horrible.
If you've never heard a street preacher, believe me, they are vile. There they are, running up and down the street, SCREAMING that we are worms! SCREAMING that we're all going to HELL and we're DAMNED unless we REPENT OF OUR SINS. REPENT! REPENT! REPENT!
In Ft. Worth there are usually four or five of them on this one corner -- I guess they do a tag-team thing, taking turns with one screaming and others accosting people with flyers. They don't look like the older guy in that picture I posted here; they appear to be in their 20s or 30s. Maybe they've had a huge conversion experience and have traded their addiction to drugs or alcohold for a religious addiction; perhaps I shouldn't criticize too harshly. I guess it was the juxtaposition last night of going from the sublime mountaintop to all that anger and hate and worm theology. David said we should've gone up and starting singing to them: JOYFUL JOYFUL WE ADORE THEE.
1.Joyful, joyful, we adore thee, God of glory, Lord of love;hearts unfold like flowers before thee, opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; drive the dark of doubt away.
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day!
2. All thy works with joy surround thee, earth and heaven reflect thy rays,
stars and angels sing around thee, center of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain, flowery meadow, flashing sea,
chanting bird and flowing fountain, call us to rejoice in thee.
3. Thou art giving and forgiving, ever blessing, ever blest,
well-spring of the joy of living, ocean depth of happy rest!
Thou our Father, Christ our brother, all who live in love are thine;
teach us how to love each other, lift us to the joy divine.
4. Mortals, join the mighty chorus which the morning stars began;
love divine is reigning o'er us, binding all within its span.
Ever singing, march we onward, victors in the midst of strife;
joyful music leads us sunward, in the triumph song of life.