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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Worship (corporate) (10/04/07)

TITLE: The Joyful Chorus
By Patty Wysong
10/09/07


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I am a croaker. Ok, so maybe I don't quite croak, but I am a charter member of the Joyful Chorus, as we call ourselves. To be one of us you cannot sing in tune, but you have to love--and I do mean love--singing. We're the people you see hanging around the choir, but never in the choir.

Thankfully, our church is large enough to have a wonderful choir and still have lots of people in the congregation to camouflage our bad voices. I am so glad for that because it means that I get to really sing. One of the few times I feel free to sing loud, so I do.

“Kelly, why aren't you up there singing with them?” one of our senior men asked one night as choir practice ended.

I smiled. “Because when you're a member of the Joyful Chorus you can't be in choir.”

His brow wrinkled some more. “The Joyful Chorus?”

“Yes, as in 'Make a joyful noise unto the Lord',” * I said, winking at him.

I could tell the moment he understood what I was saying because his eyes lit with merriment. “And here I thought you had a beautiful soprano voice.”

Soprano? No way! When I get to heaven I'm going to have one of those velvety, rich alto voices and I'm really gonna belt it out then. Man, I can't wait! But what I said to that dear man was, “Oh no, when I get to heaven I'm going to sing alto.” I was very demure and I smiled prettily for him—maybe that's why he thought I sing soprano, because he only sees the polished outside me and not my wild, sassy side.

Later that evening, during the service, my heart filled as we sang one worship song after another and I felt like I'd been set free after a week of solitary confinement. I'd kept up with my daily Bible reading and time with God, and it was wonderful, but this--this was better than a hot fudge sundae could ever hope to be. My soul craved this time of worshiping with my brothers and sisters, being able to sing out to God, and to actually sound good while singing.

Without interrupting the flow, the musicians moved into “How Great Is Our God”** and I could feel it moving into me, lifting me higher and threatening to burst out of me. Lord, I can't wait to sing praises to you in heaven. If worship is this good here, what's it gonna be like singing with that great crowd of believers? And the angels, Lord—I'm gonna get to sing with the angels. I can't imagine how good it's gonna be. Thank You, Father...” My heart overflowed.

“...Age to age he stands
And time is in His Hands
Beginning and the End,
Beginning and the End
The Godhead, Three in one
Father, Spirit, Son
The Lion and the Lamb,
The Lion and the Lamb

How great is our God,
sing with me
How great is our God,
all will see
How great, How great
Is our God.”**

As the music built one voice soared above the congregation—Elijah's. Elijah is happiest when he's singing and I didn't have to turn around and look to know that he, too, was caught up in worship--I could tell by the joy flowing through his voice. His clear tenor took the high road as we sang the melody. I'm not one to usually get goose-bumps in church, but I had them at that moment. The truth of what we were singing flooded me, lifting me higher than I'd ever been.

Father, God, I prayed at the end of the song, thank You for allowing me to be here, worshiping with my brothers and sisters. Heaven will be incredible. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the older man I'd talked to at the end of choir practice. And Lord, thank You for blessing Elijah with the voice You have. What he added to that song was beautiful. Do you think I could sing tenor like Elijah sometimes? Until then, Lord, I'll be in the Joyful Chorus, enjoying every chance I get to sing, even if it's only joyful sounding.



* Psalm 100:1
** “How Great Is Our God” by Chris Tomlin


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Joanne Sher 10/11/07
Such passion here - you put me right in the moment with you. This was delightful.
Lynda Schultz 10/12/07
Delightful! If it's offered from the heart, it's sweet to God no matter how out of tune it might be to anyone else.
Laury Hubrich 10/13/07
Isn't it amazing how all of our voices blend together and sound so good, despite what -- heyhem... some of us sound like? :)
Laury
Jan Ackerson 10/14/07
Great hook, great "voice" (your writer's voice, that is...). Wonderful story.
Cheryl Flatt10/15/07
Loved the story! I could "see" the conversation taking place with the older man. The phrase, "I'm going to have one of those velvety, rich alto voices..." was perfect.
Catrina Bradley 10/15/07
Ooh, I feel just like your MC when I sing in church. Lovely picture of worship, and a good story too. :) Cat
Dee Yoder 10/16/07
Wonderfully described worship! I like everything about your story: the characters, the writing, and the happy way it was all presented.
Betty Castleberry10/16/07
I love pieces done in first person, and this one's no exception. Great tone. I enjoyed reading this.
George Parler 10/17/07
That's probably why the Lord said for us to make a joyful noise. He's after our heart not our talent. Good job.
Janice Cartwright10/17/07
I too am one who makes a joyful "noise" unto the Lord. I love it when everyone sings so loud that they drown out my voice and I can really sing out without feeling self-conscious. Your story is fresh and crisp.
Henrietta W. Romman10/18/07
I DO PRAISE JESUS FOR THE WAY YOU EXPRES YOURSELF!
BEING A "CROAKER " MYSELF, I DO KNOW WHAT YO MEAN..

mAY THE LORD BLESS AND ENCIRCLE YOU WITH HIS MIGHTY ARMS, SISTER CROAKER!

HENRIETTA W. ROMMAN