I think we’ve all been there, sitting in our comfy seat, or maybe standing, surrounded by a full sanctuary of singing voices. Maybe even arms raise around us, but we raise an eyebrow and wonder about the melody that meets our ears. It makes a wince a little even.
It’s so outdated and stale and we just can’t get into the worship when we’re fighting so hard against antiquated tunes. Praise songs from the 80s and 90s are not fresh and modern anymore, we grumble in our heads. They just don’t usher into a state of worship. We wish for more life and vibrancy and youth in the music.
Or, maybe, we’re on the other end of the spectrum, inclined to older, more traditional songs. If that’s us, we wince at the volume and the electric guitar and the fast pace of these modern melodies. We wish for more good ol’ hymns, more choirs, and, perhaps, organs.
We force a weak clap and a foot tap. We utter a few of the words but certainly don’t sing them all, that would just indicate our approval of this kind of music. During particularly trying songs, we exert the silent treatment and thumb through the worship guide to make it through. It feels that painful.
Whichever way we bend in the taste of our church music, I think we’ve all been in a place to get a bit huffy in our minds when it doesn’t feel just right and appease our personal preferences. Perhaps you’ve even joined or left a congregation for it. And it’s not all bad, you know, to have a strong preference for the kind of music you hear on a Sunday morning. I do.
But music is just not all there is.
And I think most church folks know this and have heard and even believe the worship-is-more-than-music chatter. I think we mostly get that worship is our whole lives and not music on a Sunday morning.
I do in my head.
But still, my heart needs reminders some Sunday mornings.
This? This is what I wish we got bent out of shape about. Not in other people, but in us. Our own idols. Our own hypocrisy. Our own sin. Our own pride and lust and lies.
Let us get fired up about coming before the Lord of Lords in the quiet. In the stillness. In truth.