Then I remember.
I remember how I felt the first time I heard truly beautiful music in a liturgical environment and it changed my life's focus.
I remember the happiness of my singers when something we've worked on long and hard finally comes together.
I remember the couples at whose weddings we've sung and how they continue to thank me every time I see them.
And most of all, I remember that it's not all about me.
This past Saturday I sang for 8 hours in a small Primitive Baptist Church outside of Hoboken, Georgia. It was the annual Tri-State Sacred Harp (Cooper Book) Singing from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. and a singing from Lloyd's Hymnbook from 7 to 9 p.m. What do I have in common with strict Calvinists and the random collection of music lovers that appear for this event? Love and hope- love of God, love of Jesus as Savior, and hope in the gift of eternal life. It sure helps to remember, doesn't it?