This fall, a month or so after choir started, I decided to start going with a friend of mine.
I love to sing.
I can’t say I’m good at it, but I love it.
There is something special about making music that taps into my spirituality. I’ll find myself singing as I debate a problem or wrestle with a solution. I sing as I pick out hymns. I work to connect the lyrics with the scriptures and message and use the tunes to set the emotional mood of the moment in worship. I sing when I’m happy and microwaving my lunch (“Hot Pockets”).
I wasn’t sure if I could make the time commitment. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about the dual roles on Sunday mornings. I wasn’t sure if my voice would be too tired.
But let’s be honest… I’m singing my guts out on the hymns and songs anyways. I might as well stand with the choir for one more.
Tonight, I am exhausted and my vocal chords are tired, but I am so glad I joined the choir. Now I can’t imagine Wednesday without it.
P.S. pictures of people singing without mics look a lot like they are yelling!