I feel as if this topic was written just for me. Singing has been a huge part of my life. Thinking on this topic reminds me of some funny and inspirational times. When I was born, I believe I came out singing; though I am sure my mom would say different. Every family member has been a singer of some sort. We have been raised to believe that "if you have a talent to sing; it needs to be used for the Lord and Him alone."
Many a Sunday, I would find myself riding with my family to some country church. Being somewhat of a city girl, these trips were quite an adventure for me. Driving along the beautiful country roads sometimes snowy and other times smelly with smells a city girl cannot distinguish. These trips usually entail my father's thundering, ole-time preaching and his bass voice booming out in "Ship Ahoy" or some Gospel classic. My brother and I would try to add contemporary songs to our contribution to the services. These times hold a special place in my heart and mind.
One particular day, we were recording a live Christian radio show. This show was always recorded to air later that week. You had one recording and that was it. This was a special Christmas broadcast that we were to partake in. Usually consisting of my father singing and speaking and my brother and I doing special songs together. My brother was asked to do a something extra this time. He was asked to read some of the Christmas story for the radio audience. This was my shy brother and he did not like to speak in front of crowds. He was more content playing his guitar and backing up his sister. There goes my brother on his one and only attempt and he read this, " There was Joseph and Mary his EXPOSED wife." We laughed so hard later and listened to that broadcast over and over again. We enjoyed this, much to my brother's dismay.
I have a problem, well not my problem more like my family's problem. I tend to sing all the time! In the shower, car, work and even attempt it when I'm sick. This "singing" addiction of mine has been a thorn in my father's side throughout my life. There was that one time in my father's car. Dad was playing a Christian radio station and I was singing along. Singing is like breathing to me; it comes out naturally for me and without thought. Dad had enough and switched it to a classical radio station. Being disrespectful was not a common thing for me, but for some reason that day I just had to fight back or sing back you could say. I attempted to sing to Dad's classical music and he was not pleased with me. "Fine" I told my father, "I will tell God I am just not allowed to Praise Him." or something along that lines. Funnier now more than then as Dad truly wanted just to listen to the radio and not his daughter.
You can see that singing has brought forth many fond and wonderful experiences. I have grown to appreciate many styles of music. My belief is that worship music is the most important of all. Singing songs that lift our eyes to the One whom is our Reason for being. I have heard many a worship leader and my favorite was a fellow that could not carry a tune. As a student in a Christian school, every morning we sang a song and had prayer. There was my teacher, with his hands stretched toward heaven and with his one purpose to draw us toward the one being worshipped. It did not matter that he could not carry a tune, he had the right focus and his heart direction was Christ-ward. This teacher reminds me of what singing really should be about.
We are told to "make a JOYFUL noise unto the Lord." It does not say that this noise has to be a perfect or on key. Our songs of worship only need to be JOYFUL.
Next time you are singing (making noise) unto the Lord, make sure to sing with joyous, outpouring of your heart, forgetting yourself and striving to uplift the Lordship of Christ.
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