It's a big day:  the birthday of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (it's also International Holocaust Remembrance Day, which we will consider tomorrow).  Around the world, people continue to be astonished by the immense creativity and wonder of this Austrian's music.  Fluent in all genres of classical music, Mozart, though he died, sadly, at the tender age of 34, produced an array of musical expression that most musicologists agree is unmatched.  As a contemporary said of him, "He was like an angel sent to us for a season, only to return to heaven again."  Most of us can only stand mute and marvel at Mozart's immense ability.  How could one person write works of such extraordinary beauty?

    

    Rightly do we therefore weep and swoon at the beauty of Mozart's compositions; they are works of unsurpassed wonder.  Yet rightly do we marvel equally at God, the personal infinite God who made and fashioned this artist, with his prodigious talents, and enabled him to be and become who and what he is.

     Similarly, rightly do we marvel at ourselves, who are gifted in a nearly infinite number of ways, we who are similarly made to create in unabashed wonder.
    Thanks, God, for giving us Mozart, as well as every other human being:  these astonishing displays of consciousness and sentience that move across this amazing planet.