“Let’s march into his presence singing praises, lifting the rafters with our hymns!” Psalm 25:2
I learned to sing alto in the fifth grade in the youth choir at the small Lutheran church I attended. Pastor Anderson would sit by my side and project the alto line loudly into my ear so I couldn’t help but hear the harmony and follow along. A few years later I sang my first solo, “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot,” during a Junior High spring concert in front of a thousand people. I was hooked and loved singing—loudly and proudly.
Hymns became alive to me during worship, and I’d sing to the glory of God, usually in harmony. Worshipers often turned to me after the service and say, “You have a lovely voice.” Eventually, temptation took over, and I began to sing to the glory of Linda and then wait to hear the response from those sitting around me.
Now, my voice is gone (or in recess). I either abused it or underused it. And, I wonder if God gave me what I deserved—a lesson about how to worship by singing to his glory, not mine.
Now, I sing “solos”–so low no one can hear my cracking and screeching sounds. I no longer sing in a church choir, and every Sunday when I open my mouth and sing, no one tells me I have a good voice!
Dear Lord, help me to remember that worship is about glorifying you, not the gift given to is by God. Amen.