Saturday, August 8, 2009

When it is just I and God, though, and no one else, and my walls are down, would it hurt to put my instrument down and give Him myself without saying, "Wait a minute God, that's not good enough"? Surely God thinks its good enough for me just to bring myself to Him. God gave me a voice, and it is weak, and it cannot perform sustenuto or even vibrato, and it has trouble staying on key. ButGod wants me to sing nevertheless and in Him my singing is beautiful. That after all is what singing is to God. Like prayer. He wants all of me. No borders, no boundaries, nothing to hide me from Him. Me, the real me. I don't know, but at the Last Supper I suspect there were no instruments to be found. After all, it does say in Matthew 26:30 they sang a hymn, not they played a hymn. I suspect there were no instruments in the house churches and catacombs, mostly because it would not have been convenient to have them but what about because they wanted to follow the Last Supper. I believe they would have been found a distraction. Jesus wanted all of His apostles' love and devotion, not for them to focus on playing an instrument.

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