Last Friday night, 14 of us attended a Chris Tomlin Concert; eight of those 14 were teenage girls, their excitement tangible, their voices and arms raised, all praising the Lord. As our pastor's wife proclaimed, "I just enjoyed watching the young people."
Taking these people on that trip was just a blessing, for in our busy lives, taking time out for the Lord, unfortunately, becomes a "job" within itself, or as our pastor would say, then this becomes law, for we are "making" ourselves do it. This evening, though, a time of fellowship, food, and praises, became that time away from our real lives.
Over the years, music has been such a tremendous avenue of praise for me. As I grew up, I learned a bit here and there about playing the piano, spending time as my ear heard the songs, my fingertips found the exact keys, the Lord just taking over.
I have been careful over the years to play what I hope glorifies Him, mainly gospel songs, for church, weddings, and funerals, not taking pay for such events, for the Lord gave this gift. I just give it back to Him.
Also, over the years, I have witnessed the shift in the "old" hymns to the more contemporary ones, have listened to those who enjoy one or the other more, have come to appreciate both. As I continue to mature, I am learning that often a blend of the extremes is the answer.
Voices raised in praise to Him, in what ever form or fashion, just has to be pleasing to our Lord.
Prayers asked. Prayers answered. ________________________________
