Sing. We don't do much public singing anymore, except maybe at a rock concert where our voice is drowned out by the band. Maybe we sing in the shower because the acoustics are great. And maybe we sing in our cars along with the radio. We sing because it's fun to fill our lungs with air and shout out. And sometimes we sing because the song moves us.
We also sing in worship. Maybe the singing veers more toward the joyful noise than art. But then that would be the point: to make a joyful noise before the Creator of all there is, including you and me, to come with praise and thanksgiving, to sing from our heights and our depths, to be joyful - even in the midst of hardship ad sorrow - in God's presence, joyful because, amidst all the insecurities of this world, in Jesus we belong to God now and forever.
Such singing softens our hearts, hardened by wear and care. Such singing pulls us away from destructive inward spirals and propels us outward in mission and joy. Such singing is fun, and it moves us. Yes, unlike singing in the car, other people will hear us. But then not too many of them are going to make the cut on American Idol either, so who cares? Sing!
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