Momma sang “Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away…save it for a rainy day,” made popular by Perry Como way back when. I heard it on the radio, too, then later saw him performing it on TV. Timeless melody, timeless lyrics – markers of a classic composition.
Later I would hear that tune in Como’s melodious voice coming from our HiFi stereo. HiFi, short for ‘high fidelity’ and indicating the sounds had little distortion from the originals, faithful to the intentions of the creator. The term can describe images, too.
Does my Creator consider me HiFi? Like some of the vinyl records played on that stereo, time and life have scratched and warped me a bit, well, perhaps a lot. Not marred, though, is my desire to perform the song of life that is uniquely mine.
I have always had WiFi offering me the chance to stay connected to the Source directly, easily, quickly, any time and any place. It doesn’t mean I am insulated from hackers, fakes and cheap reproductions
or the temptation to be one of those. It does mean, however, that I have direct access to the infinitely patient Conductor of rehearsals as I practice for my finale. My song is not nearly ready yet, so pray I have a lot more time to perfect it, to be worthy of a classic label.