Or...the day my brother Kevin resuscitated a huge fish.
Or...the day the lake and sky turned bronze.
But I'm feeling an obligation to the 7 of you (Hi, Mom!) who read this blog to bring the worship argument to a tidy close.
It's been a nice ugly little big walk in the park through the mud puddles, wouldn't you say? Mostly, I want a life that pleases God and one that does not bring shame to who He is. I want to walk in faith and love people and prove that life's meaning comes after we die. (I want to believe that last part wholeheartedly instead of most-of-the-time-heartedly.)
For me, the closet musician, the stage musician, the shower musician, the humming-all-the-time musician, talking about worship without music feels empty. I do worship without music, but worshiping with music comes naturally out of who I was created to be.
I also believe music is important to God.
That's really what it comes down to. If God, in His wisdom, saw it best to eliminate my power of speech or the use of my hands, I sure hope somebody else would do it in my stead. Not because it's about what I bring to God, but because He's worthy to be worshiped the way He's asked us to.
Let's just use a little example from parenting.
My kids make their beds everyday. I did not have to do this when I was a child (bless you, Dear Mother!!!) but I have taught my kids how to make their beds (and have taught them how to make mine in case guests are coming over. I kid! I kid! Sort of.) Anyway, so I instructed them how to do it, I showed them how to do it, I watched them do it and encouraged really good bed making. And my oldest 3 do a stellar job of bed making.
But one day, one of them decides to do it a different way by putting the quilt on upside down. The bed is made. It's neat, tidy and upside down. But who cares? He is still basically followed my instructions. I didn't correct it because I'm not expecting perfection here. We even kind of joked around about it at bedtime. "Heehee, that's not really how it's supposed to be, but it sure is creative, Son..."
A few days later, there's a lump under the upside down quilt. A quick peak reveals he didn't pull up his sheet. Everything's just a tumbled up mess, with an upside down quilt on top. And this time, my heart just sank a teeny tiny bit, because while my kiddo clearly knows the expectation, he's choosing to fulfill it half heartedly
Without freaking out on him or even pulling out the Mean Mommy voice I sit down and chit chat with him about 'what's up with the bed?' He clearly knows he wasn't doing a good job, and has no other explanation than, I just didn't want to do it the right way.
I can totally relate to that. I don't like to make my bed either! I let him know that I care only a teeny bit about what the bed looks like, but I care a whole lot about his responsibility in honoring and respecting his mommy.
What in the WORLD does this have to do with music and worship?
Here's my point. If God tells us to sing to him soooooooooooooooo many times in the Bible, I think we should do that. Sing! Make music! Out loud and in your heart! Make a joyful noise! Not because Jody Robinson likes to sing nor because it's the only way to worship. It's much simpler than that. We worship God with music because he tells us to. Period.
Why did it take a blood sacrifice to wash away sins? Because God said so.
Why are we supposed to sing? Because God said so.
When it comes to elements of faith I'm hoping I'm in the crowd that's doing it like He said to do it, and not something of my own rendering, or culturally standard or brilliantly creative.
Am I missing something here?
Because I really am open to Kirk bringing his hammer and me bringing mine and we'll both start to pound until other people get their hammer's going, too, if this will glorify God. We were certainly created by God to worship him with all our gifts and skills. But when we come together as a group of people who love God, let's worship Him by singing! And let's use relevant music with lyrics than honor and respect and speak of the One True God.
I'm a girl who goes across the spectrum on what kind of music I like. So whether we have a band, or a guitar, or an organ, a drum or nothing but voices doesn't matter to me a hill of beans. I can take it all or leave it all. But it seriously bothers me when people worship with one style of music, while filling their lives with other kinds of music. The "We Only Do Hymns" I have no problem with, if that's the music of their lives. But if "We Only Do Hymns" listens to 95 Country all day long. What is that? Why is there 'God Appropriate' music and 'Inappropriate' music? Why are we drawing lines around what's secular and the sacred based upon tempo and instrumentation?
For some people this may be a dull conversation because the church you're apart of is filled with other believers who think a lot like you or who "worship" in a way that's seems normal or close to regular or perfect. For others, this is a really hard topic to think about because of all the emotions involved.
Music affects people's emotions. I'm in a very different mood when I listen to Sweet Home Alabama than I am when I listen to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. It stirs different emotions in me as they were both intended to do. They lead my mind in different directions. I'm in the camp that thinks God knows this and created it to be such.
Does that give us enough to talk about?
Because I could go on....