Sunday, January 25, 2009

The Story Behind The Glory...

So you might be wondering why I place such an emphasis on the boy choir commonly known as Libera. The truth is that they are irrevocably tied in with my faith and belief in the divine. I will attempt in my own words to describe just how I came to know this lovely group and the effect it has had on my life.

It all started about the summer of 2006, if I remember correctly. There I was, sitting at the computer desk with the tv to my left, having left it on the Soundscapes channel from the Music Choice channels available on Comcast. Out of nowhere, I hear something, something that absolutely sends chills down my spine. As I inquire as to what the sound was, I find myself glued to the television screen as I see this image displayed before my eyes:

I think to myself, what on earth is that!? Then my view is drawn to the bottom right-hand corner of the screen, where I see the name of the song, "We Are The Lost," and the artist: Libera.
As I continued to listen to the voices that poured out from those speakers, even as though they came straight out of Paradise and into my soul, I couldn't help but be struck in complete awe as I recognized that what I was listening to was not at all earthly. No, the only word that could come to mind was divine.
Needless to say, after that moment, I spent just about all of my time that year researching and finding out all I could about Libera, and was overwhelmed by it all. Managing to get a few short samples of their music on my Ipod, I could not help but listen to it over and over again. I had become a permanent follower.
Speed up to September of 07. My family and I are sitting on a bench downtown at night. Out of the obscure darkness, two college age men walk up to us in suits and ties, with nametags bearing the words "The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter Day Saints." My mother invites them to teach us. December of that year, I am baptized and confirmed a member.
And now it is the present. I can not express the journey that I have had throughout these few years, but I can't help but see that that day at the computer, something spoke to me. Though I didn't realize it at the time, those boys had acted as a testimony of the reality of God and His presence to my very soul. They, in some small but incredibly powerful way, prepared my pessimistic self for the message of the restored Gospel and what I know in my heart to be the true church of Jesus Christ upon this earth.
I have so much that I owe, not only to the missionaries that found me, but the pure voices of a group called Libera, a not at all average choir that will stick with me in my mind and heart forever. They may never know it, but they helped save my faith, and my life in the process. I will be forever grateful, and if I never meet them during this life, I will surely wait until that day when we all have crossed the veil, and can greet each other again in all the glory and love that the Lord has afforded us. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for sending angels to us all.