During my junior and senior years at Nevada High School, I proudly wore the uniform of the drum major, carried the four-foot long baton, and blew a whistle that commanded the band into action. I ran the parade (at least the band’s portion). It felt good to blow the whistle and know that the band would respond to the various sounds. I could start, stop, and put the band at parade rest by different tweets. With the baton, I kept the band playing at the same tempo, and could direct a turn, slow the marching pace. What a feeling of being in control!
What most folks didn’t know is that I got to be the drum major for three reasons: I played the baritone saxophone, which was too cumbersome to march with, I fit into the drum major uniform, and I was tall enough for everyone to see! It had nothing to do with being chosen by God.
After living another 50 years and reading the words in The Message from Romans 3:28, I understand what it means to be in step with God. Instead of taking hours of practicing on a football field or on the streets of Nevada, Iowa, it takes meditating and learning to get into pace with the Holy Spirit.
Lord and Pacesetter, help me remember that I’m no longer a drum major and am just one of the members of your band. Amen.