Believe In Your Song
I like music. I am sure that if you have read some of my other blogs, you might have picked up on that. I’ve got the music in me. I heat up, I cool down, I’ve got words in my head so I say them. Music lifts me up, it often calms me, it inspires me. Many of my memories are underscored with certain songs. As you can tell by how I write, I can often find a spiritual meaning in even a rock and roll song. The trouble is that I don’t sing very well. Children cry and dogs howl, it isn’t pretty. I do sing when I am by myself…who doesn’t. I even got a speeding ticket once because I was so into singing the song on the radio that I forgot to watch my lead foot. I would love to be able to sing for people, especially praise music and I would see it as such a wonderful gift to be able to praise God in song in a beautiful voice. It would also be nice to be able to write songs. But this is not my gift. Many years ago I went to a concert of a popular contemporary Christian singer. The music was...