I love to sing (I think I’ve told you that before). I was raised singing in the church choir since I was a wee cherub at the age of three. I was the chubby cheeked brunette on the front row who wanted to make every performance a Broadway production instead of a solemn church service. My mother, who helped with the choir, often just shook her head. At any rate, music moves me.
Since living in the country I’ve begun to sing more often in the church choir and solos at services. I was asked this past week if I’d like to attend a Songfest at a little country church nearby. I asked what I needed to do, and was told just to “bring a couple of songs to sing and come on.” It took me about two seconds to say yes.
It was a pretty good size crowd for a little white wooden steepled church. The sign out front said “established in 1847.” I can just picture families back then sitting in the pews with hand-held fans, windows open, just singing hymns to the top of their lungs. Fast forward 171 years, and they are still preaching and praising Jesus. Oh that old time religion!
There was no competition in this Songfest – every participant sang not to a group of people, but personally to their Living God. That little service made a joyful noise to the Lord and a blessing for all who attended. I was blessed and I can’t wait for the next one!
Psalm 100 “Shout joyfully to the Lord, all the earth. Serve the Lord with gladness; Come before Him with joyful singing. Know that the Lord Himself is God; It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves; We are His people and the sheep of His pasture. Enter His gates with thanksgiving And His courts with praise. Give thanks to Him, bless His name. For the Lord is good; His lovingkindness is everlasting And His faithfulness to all generations.”