Guest Writer: Hallelujah! Our Invitation to Praise
Handel He never considered fora second the standingovations, the wild applause,the tears of joy, the yearsof popular longevity, or theglorious manifest presenceof the living God. Tattered velvet slippers shuffled across the cold stone floor at midnight, Handel frantically searched by candlelight for inkwell, pen, and paper trying to keep pace with the Holy muse — “Hallelujah!”“Hallelujah!”“Hallelujah!” thundering in his head. Original, Bonnie…
