Singing in Church

Singing at church! I love to sing in church. There is emotion and beauty in praise music that lifts my spirit.

Now some churches meet in lovely cathedrals with the light filtering through stained glass windows to land upon the deep mahogany of the pews.

We have fluorescent light that bounces off the gym floor to land on the folding chairs.

Some churches have beautifully robed choirs singing harmonious songs that have been rehearsed and perfected.

We have a volunteer group, who sing well, but who can only practice early on Sunday morning before service.

The depth of what we sing somehow transcends the talent of congregation and is not limited by the lack of beauty in the building.

Now don't get me wrong. I am not saying there is anything wrong with beautiful buildings or talented choirs. All I am saying is that those are not present at our church, yet the beauty, depth, and meaning of our singing is not hampered a bit. In fact, the pure simplicity of singing in a school gym may even enhance it.

I love what Paul David Tripp says:

'Corporate worship is designed to remind you that the story of your little life had been included in the grand eternal story of redemption."

That is it. The power of the music and the effect it has on my soul are found, not in a performance, but in a corporate act of standing together with other broken, hurting individuals while agreeing in our souls and proclaiming with our mouths that, "In Christ alone, our hope is found."

And as we declare together the truth of the life, death, and resurrection of our Lord our own stories are put into perspective. Our pains are halved and our joys are doubled. We, the saints gathered in a Texas school gym, agree with God that He is charge and He can write our story because He has a big, fat, universe-containing plan and we are just privileged to be included in it.

Therefore, I will stand and sing loud every Sunday morning. Not because my voice adds in any way to the beauty of the harmonies but because my proclamation adds with the other saints to declare the glory of the Lord.

That is why I love singing in church.


Sometimes I Just Need to Sing

I love to worship. But, contrary to the modern American meaning of the word, I do not correlate worship with only singing praise songs.

I love to worship by digging into the Word. I love to worship by listening to good teaching. I love to worship by practicing thankfulness. I love to worship by loving others well. I love to worship by serving my family. I love to worship by walking in faithfulness.

I love to worship. In all it's glorious forms. But sometimes...

Sometimes I just need to sing.

I don't know what it is about singing. I love to sing loud, with my eyes closed, and my arms raised. It takes my mind completely off myself and puts it squarely on the Lord.

And this morning, at church, I really needed to get my mind off myself and onto the Lord. It is just that there are so many moving parts in my life. There are so many people I passionately love and care about and for. And this morning I was feeling burdened by the fact that I have very little control over the details of their lives.

Confession- it is very hard to be a control freak and also be a mother and wife. I love these people so very much but daily I have to die to the desire to control their choices and outcomes.

So when this girl walked into church with a passel of concerns that prayer had not lifted, I was ready for some singing.

Our first song this morning praisied God our King as He sits on the throne. Ahhhh. That's right- I am NOT on the throne. I am NOT in charge. I am NOT in control.

Our next song praised God for bringing life where there is death. Ohhhhh. That's right- I am NOT able to bring the dead to life. I am NOT in control of the grave. I am NOT charged with supplying new life to anyone.

Our last song praised Christ alone, the cornerstone of all that matters. Whewwww. That's right- Jesus is enough. He is sufficient. He is the foundation of all that matters.

My God reigns on His throne. He brings the dead back to life. He is all that matters. And He has my family in His mighty, all-sufficient hand.

After singing, with my vision corrected and my heart lightened I was ready to worship by studying the Word, which was also needful. But I was very grateful for singing this morning.

Because sometimes...... I. Just. Need. To. Sing.

Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before him with thanksgiving and extol him with music and song.   ~Ps 95:1,2