When I was in the 7th grade, a couple of friends and I approached the school principal about the Friday morning music. Also representing our friends, we asked if we could change the music from hymns to songs that were more-like-ourmusic.
Mind you, I like hymns very much now. As a preteen, hymns were our parents’ music.
With principal approval, the 3 of us got to work. I knew 4 chords, one strum and songs like “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head”. Not exactly church music. My friends weren’t much further along. Searching for music to match our abilities, we planned our first set for the following Friday. Nervous and excited, we played. Each week we found music and learned the necessary chords.
Two vivid memories of that 2-year season stand out:
Practicing in my bedroom. Singing the same words over and over, to learn the chords and the words. (My poor parents!)
Standing off to the side behind a lecturn at the front of the church. Initially nervous, hoping we wouldn’t mess up. Then, just getting lost in the music. Playing, singing and hearing everyone sing. Really sing.
“Yet you are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.” (Psalm 22.3)
God was in it.
I didn’t understand that at the time.
Trust me, our peers weren’t moved by our amazing sound.
Simply, everyone committed. Made effort. Gave.
I wish I could say our intentions were deep, that we aspired to lead everyone to worship God…
We just wanted to change the music. God was up to something more.
He gives setting. Resources. Ability. Heart. Spirit.
Would you share a story where God was up to “something more”?