There was a guy who lived on my floor in dorm who loved to sing. He walked down the hall singing for all he was worth. He would come into my room, plug an 8-track tape into the player (remember those?), put on the headphones and sing away. Trouble is, he couldn’t sing. If you didn’t know the words he was singing, you wouldn’t know the song; the tune was utterly unrecognizable. But everybody on the floor loved him and his music (except when he sang after midnight!)
God wants us to lift our voices and sing. Nah, we might not be Measha Brueggergosman or even Willie Nelson for that matter, but who cares? God hears what is coming from the heart not through the vocal chords. I think it is sad to see people not singing at worship Sunday morning because they believe they can’t sing. God wants noise, not perfection. Lift your voice to the sky.
And not just our voices. Let’s dance like David danced, even if we have two left feet. Let us splash paint on the canvas, slap wood together, scribble some words on a page, all to the glory of God.
We Lutherans can be quite hesitant in our praise. But with such an awesome God, who can keep from singing?
Praise you, Lord, for you are holy and mighty. Amen. — DAB