I took cello lessons for 10 years, most of those years with Glaswegian
Mr MacKenzie, who had jumped off a cruise ship in Long Beach and put his roots
down there. I think he was a great teacher, though his soft Glasgow accent
rendered much of his instruction incomprehensible! I always played with sheet
music, though, and as I grow older I have an inner urge to play with my soul
instead, but I don’t quite know how.
So today I have tried accompanying various songs on YouTube,
feeling my way through what might work, trying to ‘sing’ to God from my heart
rather than from the written page. Sometimes it was cringingly wrong, but other
times I felt I was on the edge of letting go and making my own sound. Not sure
if my confidence is going to take me off the written page on Sunday, but I hope
to try.
It’s easier to blend in and play what is written on the
page. But God invites us to sing to him a new song. He wants us to sing from
our hearts. Not just on Sunday in a music group, but every day, in every way.
We don’t have to follow the crowd. We each have our own song to sing.
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