I’ve always had good rhythm.
I’m not bragging, I’m just saying.
When we’re talking about music, good rhythm is, in some ways, something that can be developed over time, something that be learned. In other ways, a good sense of rhythm is either something you have … or something you don’t.
“Masterpiece.”
What do you think of when you hear that word?
The Sistine Chapel of Michelangelo?
“Romeo and Juliet” by Shakespeare?
The 95-96 season of the Chicago Bulls?
Whatever you think of, it usually means the same thing.
Something spectacular—there’s nothing else like it—nothing in the world.
Something that’s a masterpiece is one-in-a-million. A treasure.
It’s a small word – an afterthought – an addition.
Nothing spectacular follows an also.
“On vacation, we went to Disney World, Sea World, and the beach. We also went to McDonald’s.”
Also; not a big deal; not the focus; not all that important.
In Genesis 1, we read the account of God creating the world. His power and creativity explode in every verse:
I can see the mountains from where I live. I love to look at the mountains on a clear evening, just after the sun has set behind them; they glow. They stand out so sharply against the sky that it seems as though you could prick your finger on them.
Sometimes the sky isn’t so clear. Sometimes the clouds roll in and hide the mountains to where you can’t even see them at all.