I was sitting in bed this morning drinking coffee, listening to Bach’s Suite for Solo Cello No. 1 and watching a bank of dark billowing clouds float my way.

It was almost as if the notes of the cello were serenading the movement of the clouds.

Bach’s music does not float in the air and disappear. It haunts you, inhabits you—like a lost spirit. It settles into an empty place inside of you and fills it until you can only close your eyes and wait to see what part of you it has healed.

The billowing clouds, Bach—and coffee. That is all the evidence I need of God’s existence. It is a tangible reminder of the perfection that he desired for us and proof of that which is to come.

Further Proof:
Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto No. 3
Vivaldi’s LaStravaganza, Op. 4 Concerto No. 1 in Bb
Mozart Requiem-Agnus Dei
Chorale #220 Turtle Island String Quartet
(Windham Hill Winter Solstice)
Sarabande by Bach
Cavalleria Rusticana - Intermezzo (Muscagni)