On the Sunday platform with the worship team, first song (no, it couldn’t even be the LAST song, had to be number one!), upbeat tempo in full gusto, and there goes a string! As it starts flapping in the front of sound hole, I somehow manage to keep the beat and finish the song, after which I just wrap what’s left of the sting around the head stock, thankful that I somehow didn’t go horribly out of tune (maybe a little), and that I didn’t get slapped in the face with a thin piece of steel.
This is not the first time I’ve popped a string during a set, and it’s really not a serious problem, especially since I play a twelve-string guitar. Shoot, I still have eleven strings. But then it hits me—this is exactly what the phrase “koinonia” is about.
Koinonia is a word that has its origins…
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