“Sing unto the Lord a new song” (Psalm 96:1; 98:1; etc).
She has a marvelous voice, one anybody this side of Juilliard would be proud to own. When she sang in church with her musician husband, they blended wonderfully and blessed the congregation. But she undermined her own effectiveness by her timidity, that paralyzing self-consciousness which froze her in place and refused to let her enjoy the moment.
Stage fright, we call it.
Who among us is unacquainted with that monster?
Most of us know precisely how she feels.
That’s why, on the final night of our revival meeting, as I expressed appreciation in private to this couple, I spoke to her quietly. “Can I tell you one thing about your presentation?”
She smiled shyly. “I know what you’re going to say.”
And she did, to a point.
I said, “You have a beautiful smile. Look at the sketch I did of you this week. You were smiling. But I want you to use that smile when you sing. It will double the effectiveness of what you share.”
Don’t ask me how I know that or whether it’s true. I just believe it.
Nervousness. Shyness. Fear. Stage fright. Self-consciousness. Fear of public performance. However we phrase it, it’s a frightful thing that many of the Lord’s most-gifted servants have to contend with on a regular basis.
Now, we have all learned we can make ourselves smile. You just turn your lips up. But commanding our knees not to knock, our voice not to flutter, or our spirits not to panic is another matter altogether. Anxiety does not respond to commands, otherwise I’d have long ago left behind that tension I feel before doing certain things (which will remain nameless here for the simple reason that they do not matter).
So, readers will want to understand that in talking to the young singer, I was speaking to my own inner self as well.