Mozart, Bartok and Luc

Every once in a while I get it into my head that Luc needs some spiritual enlightenment.   (Generally, I feel the need after he spends twenty minutes or so explaining the right strategy for capturing a Pokemon.)  A while back, we took him to a church service on Easter Sunday thinking that he should understand it was more than a day for gorging on chocolate bunnies.  Among the ordeals he's undergone are museum excursions, yoga classes, meditation sessions and countless art, science, martial art and music classes. 

Last night, Chris and I took him to hear the St. Paul Chamber Orchestra who were performing at the Shepherd of the Hills church in Apple Valley. The piece by Mozart was beautiful and the Bartok was witty and dramatic. I was hopeful that Luc might be moved and might even experience some kind of epiphany. Maybe he would find his calling as a musician and be inspired to practice more than a reluctant four minutes a day on the piano.

As was the case  with his other adventures,  Luc did not appreciate my attempts to awaken his higher passions. When I asked him what he thought of the concert, he groaned and said, "I feel like I'm going to puke.  There are too many notes."  If you recall, his reaction to the passion play enacted during the church service a few years back were sobs of despair.  I would like to think that feeling nauseated rather than sorrowful at church is somehow better, but I'd be deluding myself.   

In spite of my realization that Luc will only achieve enlightenment on his own terms,  being unrepentingly middle class,  I will spend continue to thrust him into situations aimed at educating and uplifting him.  Sunday, we're taking him to meet Al Franken with the hope that he sees the power of progressive politics.   Lord knows what kind of response he'll have to that.