In puzzling times such as these, I often wonder “why bother?” Composing, arranging, and teaching sacred music is a load of work and there seem to be so many issues that are so much greater. Ecclesial unity, moral dilemmas, and the daily struggles that seem almost overwhelming in the lives of so many.
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?