The example given was a good one. Handel’s “Messiah” is one of the most beautiful compositions ever written.
Rev. Larry continued, “Every year, Bob the tympani player, looked forward to performing with the community orchestra. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he tuned his instrument for exactly the right moment. Nothing but perfection would do. Even though the audience wouldn’t know the difference if the drum skins were tuned a bit flat or sharp–Bob would know.”
“That’s because Bob refused to be distracted from the task at hand.”
“Are you distracted from the important things in life?” Rev. Larry asked in my dream this morning.
Rev. Larry resembled the pastor of a large local church from television commercials. The good reverend wore a toupee. Not being an expert on hair replacement products–it appeared to be a good one.
How did Rev. Larry know that I’m easily distracted? It was uncanny.