I went to church choir practice on Wednesday. I used to sing and play flute at the church I went to a year and a half ago, before I gave up church because I thought my religious beliefs were another thing separating my husband and I. Wrong again.
But now I’m going to a different church. I ended up there when I was driving by in late April this year and saw the sermon on their sign was titled “Don’t Give Up – Face Your Fears”. Now there was a sermon I needed to hear!
I’ve been going to that church ever since and decided to check out the “Praise Choir”. At most of the church services, there is a worship team that leads all the singing and does a few solos. But once a month the choir backs up the worship team.
The choir consists of anyone older than 13 that happens to show up, but only about 16 people were there. The thing is, they do four part harmony that ends up sounding awesome!
Music is good medicine. It’s like gauze packing, doctors use to fill in a gaping hole.
Okay, that wasn’t a very pretty description. I’ll try again.
What I love about music is the feeling of power in pushing sounds out and being able to control how loud or soft, straight or tremulous the sound is. When I was a kid and played the flute, I was told that technically, I was adequate. My real strength was the emotion I could squeeze out of the music. After I played at church or a concert, people would come up, take my hand, and thank me and tell me how beautiful the music was. It was a gift that I could share with people and make them happy. What’s not to love about that?
Unfortunately, I’m not that good anymore. But I still love music, listening to it, dancing to it, and making it my own.
You can make sound come from just the back of your throat, or from your stomach, or from the soles of your feet. The effect is completely different; not only in what people hear, but in what you feel inside.
Whether the music comes from singing or playing an instrument, it’s just notes until you put a piece of yourself into it. The beauty comes from taking the notes, starting out soft and slow, then building, letting the notes loose to fill the room and make the blinds shake!
It’s no longer just music if you really feel it — it’s you — you are a part of the song.
But whether you are a musician or an athlete or a writer or an artist, you know the sweet spot.
You know when you’ve hit it.