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In Which We Do not Hear the Cheers of our Invisible Audience

By Anita Mathias

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When Beethoven’s Ode to Joy was first performed at  the Theater am Karntnertor in Vienna in 1824, Beethoven conducting for tempo, had his back turned to the audience.

There was a standing ovation, the audience tossed their hats into the air; the applause was thunderous, and the aging exhausted composer knew nothing of it.

When the contralto, Caroline Unger, gently turned him around, he saw the ecstatic audience, on their feet, applauding.

* * *

Mr Holland’s Opus tells the story of an American aspiring composer, who marries too young (an accidental pregnancy), and then teaches music at high school for 31 years, all the while longing to complete his opus, his Great American Symphony.

At his forced retirement after music department budget cuts, the students play the glorious symphony on which he had laboured for all those decades. And as he stands, entranced at the music he had never yet heard, and overwhelmed with emotion, they tell him that they, in fact, are his Opus.  The lives he poured love and music into were his Opus.

* * *

A writer sows into her little patch of earth, and she does not know who, or how many, her words touch, or how.

We sow, we sow, in our little patch of earth, and we hope our words do some good in the world, touch and change other lives, even a little.

We send our words out into the world, to our invisible audience.

And it’s more than an earthly one.

It is, perhaps, at the end of the performance, at the end of our earthly lives, that God will turn us around and show us how the seeds we have planted have bloomed.

* * *

Always the invisible audience.

The other day, a member of our family got upset with another one, who, though upset too, remained silent, until the angst burned out.

And I said gently, “You thought your self-restraint passed unnoticed. But I am sure Someone was very proud of you, and said to the closest bystander, “Do you see my servant? Did you note the overwhelming temptation to yell back and sin? Did you note the self-restraint?”

* * *

 While we live our lives, intensely absorbed in the tempo, we sometimes miss the music our work creates, the reverberations through other people’s lives.

However, when we turn around and  see with eternal eyes, we will see our invisible audience, Christ Jesus himself; and the angels among whom there is joy when we repent; joy when we win the little victories no one else notices; joy at what Wordsworth called, “the best portion of a good man’s life, his little nameless, unremembered deeds of kindness and of love.”

 

Thank you Kelly Belmonte at , All Nine Muses for hosting me.

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  1. Bethany says

    December 5, 2013 at 7:59 am

    This was quite timely for me to read. I thoroughly appreciated your message here and the artful way you layed it out. Thank you.

    • Anita Mathias says

      December 5, 2013 at 9:08 am

      Thank you, Bethany!

  2. David Malnes says

    December 5, 2013 at 2:04 am

    Very well said. Obscurity is the life of an artist. Whether the craft is sculpture, painting, or words. For these reasons, we labor for love and now for acknowledgement. Yet, our inner self cries for an audience. But like you, we write for the applause of One.

    • Anita Mathias says

      December 5, 2013 at 9:09 am

      Yes, well said, David!

  3. Kathy says

    December 4, 2013 at 5:38 pm

    What an encouragement today as I read your words about our “invisible audience.” Sometimes I feel that my words and my work will go unnoticed except for my family and a few friends. Who knows how many can be touched by what has been penned? It is also noteworthy that all our deeds of love and kindness tempered with mercy are acts that the Lord Jesus sees and the angels rejoice over our triumphs in our spirit.

    • Anita Mathias says

      December 5, 2013 at 9:49 am

      Yes indeed. Thank you,Kathy!

    • Carol Wallace says

      December 7, 2013 at 5:58 am

      This gave me some repentance over my attitude towards a certain person. She knows not, because she sees not.

      • Anita Mathias says

        December 7, 2013 at 9:33 am

        Yes, it’s true of parenting, isn’t it?

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