The Cambridge Singers are on my web radio doing Byrd's Plorans Plorabit. Next up is Chanticleer singing O Lord, Rebuke Me Not by Purcell. Who would not feel peaceful and transcendent listening to this music? It always lifts me above worldly cares.

Then I get Benji's email and I'm transported back 30 years to answer the complaints of one brother against the other. I'm afraid I got a little preachy with him, but it's been a while since he had one of his mother's sermons. As long as they don't become bitter toward one another like their father and his brother, maybe I should be satisfied. I just have to believe my sons are more magnanimous and charitable than Marguerite's are. To think all my effort to raise them differently was for naught grieves me deeply.

O God, you have bound us together in a common life. Help us, in the midst of our struggles for justice and truth, to confront one another without hatred or bitterness, and to work together with mutual forbearance and respect; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

I've got laundry to do and a garage to clean. I just wish this music was piped all over my house. I hate to leave it.