A Christian friend was driving down a US highway, enjoying some gospel radio, when a song came on that thrilled his soul. He tried to join in, but could hardly croak out the notes. In frustration and sadness, he started to weep. Then, somehow, God gave him peace—He said, “Your tears are my praise!”
And his story satisfied my heart, because I, too, have wept for this lack. I tell people that my singing range is not one octave but one note—how mono-tonous! But song is not the only form of worship. In recent years my wife and I have joined churches that recite the Lord’s Prayer in unison—as the use of the plural “our Father” shows Jesus intended. We also recite the creeds and some prayers in unison—how refreshing for me to be able, at last, to add my voice to my brothers’ and sisters’.
Praise the Lord for some liturgy!
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