“Come before Him with joyful singing” (Psalm 100:2).
During the time I sang with the choir at our church, I loved singing for the worship service, but had to make myself go to rehearsal.
Rehearsing songs–whether for church or school assembly or for the juke joint down the street–is hard work.
Gradually, I began to see some patterns forming. Eventually, those shapes merged to form life-lessons that have remained with me all these years.
1) I do not like new songs.
The minister of music would say, “Joyce, pass out the new music,” and I would cringe. I did not read music and did not do well trying to negotiate my way around these clothes-lines of blackbirds. The piano is picking out the melody of the song and I’m working to get it. This is no fun. It’s work.
But a funny thing happened. The following week, when the director passed out that music for the second time, I was interested in that piece. It had possibilities. And the third week, I kind of liked it. By the fourth week, the preparation for actually singing it in church, I was in love with it and had been humming it all week.
But you know what happened, I expect. At rehearsal, the minister handed out some new music once again. And again, I cringed. “I hate learning new music.”
2) We sound better together than we do separately.
Even the good singers, when called on to do a little solo in rehearsal to help the others, even they were not all that great. And of course, I was the very definition of mediocre. But a funny thing happened. When we all joined our voices together, the result was something magical.
I wonder if that’s the reason for church. If perhaps we work better and worship better and pray better in concert with brothers and sisters than we do alone.