To be able to sing (however badly) is such a wonderful gift.
When we sing, we can express things we can’t ordinarily
express as well with the spoken word. It
touches something very deep within us, and allows us to belt out our emotions
in a way that is so satisfying, on so many levels.
Each year Mrs. Minister and I participate in our local
Community Chorus. The Chorus puts on a
concert for our small town each and every Fall, and its just a lot of fun to
participate in a group, and sing for our neighbors.
I've found its also pretty darn cathartic to sing. The first year we participated, I’d
experienced some life setbacks going into our practice season, and really
wasn’t that excited to sing in a choir.
But, as soon as we started to sing the first notes, almost immediately,
I began to feel better. Just the very
act of singing a song, of lifting my voice in unison with friends and
neighbors, had the effect of making me feel better about life, and still does.
I don’t exactly know why this is so, but its true. As you
might expect, from reading my other posts, I have a hunch we’ve been given a
gift in our ability to sing, from the Big Guy Himself. Whether we can truly carry a tune or not,
just the simple act of singing a song lifts our spirits, and helps us emote
that much better about what’s going on in our lives. Singing does this like no other ability we
have. Give it a try yourself. Next time you’re in the shower, belt out your
favorite diddy. I’ll bet you that you’ll
feel a bit better after you do.
I’ve read where in Heaven the music is supposed to be
absolutely divine, and never ceasing. I
do hope this is the case. I can vouch
for the fact that here on Earth at least, being able to sing is a heavenly
gift.
-The Minister
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