What role does music play in your life?
A quick glanced shows that 60 posts on this blog have the tag "music." I hardly know where to start describing the role music plays in my life. I've always loved music. I remember records playing in our home when I was a child.
In a post called "Courage to Start" I wrote about learning to play the piano after Les and I got married:
I enrolled at Moorpark Community College for a semester of Class Piano. I knew nothing about music, so I was starting at middle C! I tried to keep it a secret that I was attempting to learn the piano. Long before I was ready, Sis. White found out and before I could do a thing about it I was playing a keyboard in church! Actually, I was attempting to play a keyboard in church!
I was terrified. Even though I could hide behind the organ, bass and drums, I was still terrified. My keyboard wasn't plugged into the house system - I just had a small amp that I usually kept so quiet I couldn't hear it myself! It took a lot of courage in those early months to come to service and try to play along.
I have had so many people help me through the years. I don't consider myself a great musician, but I can carry a service entirely if I need to. Victory Tabernacle is now blessed with many musicians who started at a much younger age and have far surpassed my abilities. But I do think my courage to start was an example to others that they too could be a blessing to the Kingdom!
I wrote about the Sunday school child who said I sing like a Rock Star. I've also written about the time it all fell apart at Pacific Coast Camp when the organ got out of tune. I've written about Christmas recitals and music workshops. I've written many, many posts about how a particular song encouraged or challenged me.
I wrote a post a few years ago called "The Power of Music." If you're involved in music ministry at your church, it's worth reading. I just want to share a little:
I have been involved in music in one way or another the majority of my
life. I started in children's choir and have been involved in just
about every type of choir or group there is. I love music and I know
how it can move me. I've written before about crying over "Jingle Bell Rock."
The thoughts I want to share have been in my heart for quite some
time. After reading Long Way Gone, I decided today would be the day to
share them.
Church Isn't American Idol
There are a couple of minor characters in Long Way Gone. The first chapter opens with an old man playing his guitar on a street corner. Much later we meet his grandson, Jubal. When Jubal is going to play in front of a crowd for the first time he is very nervous, wondering how people will respond if he messes up. "But all those people on the TV shows always get raked over the coals by the judges..." Cooper sets him straight, telling Jubal that music is a gift that we make to give away. And anyone who doesn't like that can "go suck on a lemon."
It's tough playing or singing in church sometimes. Over 30 years ago I was part of a small singing group. The director stopped us in practice and pointed me out, telling me I was not singing my part correctly. He went over our part again. When the sopranos sang, I just listened, trying to hear our part in a female voice and figure out what I was doing wrong. The director stopped us and again pointed me out, telling me I was still off (even though I hadn't actually been singing.) I've never forgotten how he made me feel and I've tried to be careful in offering even "constructive" criticism to others.
I've been on the receiving end of criticism many times. I'm not the greatest singer or musician in the world but I give it my best. Words hurt and and they can make people back completely away from doing what God wants them to do for His glory. Sitting in church, judging those who are striving to lead the congregation in worship only accomplishes one thing - it takes our minds and hearts away from Who we should be worshiping. Believe me, musicians and singers know when they've messed up. You don't need to tell them!
There are a couple of minor characters in Long Way Gone. The first chapter opens with an old man playing his guitar on a street corner. Much later we meet his grandson, Jubal. When Jubal is going to play in front of a crowd for the first time he is very nervous, wondering how people will respond if he messes up. "But all those people on the TV shows always get raked over the coals by the judges..." Cooper sets him straight, telling Jubal that music is a gift that we make to give away. And anyone who doesn't like that can "go suck on a lemon."
It's tough playing or singing in church sometimes. Over 30 years ago I was part of a small singing group. The director stopped us in practice and pointed me out, telling me I was not singing my part correctly. He went over our part again. When the sopranos sang, I just listened, trying to hear our part in a female voice and figure out what I was doing wrong. The director stopped us and again pointed me out, telling me I was still off (even though I hadn't actually been singing.) I've never forgotten how he made me feel and I've tried to be careful in offering even "constructive" criticism to others.
I've been on the receiving end of criticism many times. I'm not the greatest singer or musician in the world but I give it my best. Words hurt and and they can make people back completely away from doing what God wants them to do for His glory. Sitting in church, judging those who are striving to lead the congregation in worship only accomplishes one thing - it takes our minds and hearts away from Who we should be worshiping. Believe me, musicians and singers know when they've messed up. You don't need to tell them!
Music is Powerful
Choosing songs for a service, whether it's a solo or the entire service set, is something I struggle with. It's not that I don't have songs. I've got hundreds of them. But I don't take the responsibility lightly.
Music is powerful. It can cause people to dance and shout or bring them to tears. Hurting souls walk through our doors every service. They may be first time visitors or long time saints, but life has brought hurt their way. Music can bring peace and healing. We can't take that powerful gift lightly, but must prayerfully consider each song.
Choosing songs for a service, whether it's a solo or the entire service set, is something I struggle with. It's not that I don't have songs. I've got hundreds of them. But I don't take the responsibility lightly.
Music is powerful. It can cause people to dance and shout or bring them to tears. Hurting souls walk through our doors every service. They may be first time visitors or long time saints, but life has brought hurt their way. Music can bring peace and healing. We can't take that powerful gift lightly, but must prayerfully consider each song.
Keep on Singing!
If you're a musician or singer, I hope you'll be encouraged. If you've been burned and are thinking about hanging up your microphone, don't! Remember Who gave you the song in the first place and keep on singing!
If you're a musician or singer, I hope you'll be encouraged. If you've been burned and are thinking about hanging up your microphone, don't! Remember Who gave you the song in the first place and keep on singing!











































