I have to start this post by telling a funny little story about myself that has nothing to do with anything. I don’t know if any of you ladies can or would relate to this, but… Tom and I were on our way to church when I noticed that my nail polish had chipped on my toenails. We were only a block away. I told him we have to go back so that I can get my nail polish to fix the chip. He gave me that man look (you know the one that makes you feel you are from another planet). I gave him in return that woman look (you know the one that says I’m serious as a heart attack). With a smile on his face he turned the car around and we went back to house. At least I gave him a good laugh this morning.
Our church is hosting a conference with Ray Hughes. It’s been excellent. He’s from Kentucky and knows more redneck jokes than Jeff Foxworthy. He has a great love of God and of worship. He’s been writing music and playing for the Lord for 36 years.
One of the things he spoke about was some discoveries scientists have made regarding our DNA. They found if DNA was decoded and played through a keyboard it had an actual melody. Every individual has a unique song, because we all have distinctive DNA. He went on to explain an experiment done on a healthy mouse’s DNA when played through the keyboard had a very lively melody. Here’s where it gets interesting. When they played the DNA of a mouse that had cancer it had sections that matched Chopin’s “Funeral March.” Did you know that when Chopin wrote that song he was dying of what they called ‘consumption’ back then, but we call cancer today.
Music and worship is such an important aspect of our lives. Ever see a rock concert? Notice how people go crazy jumping and dancing? They are consumed by the music and lyrics. They scream and yell praises for the rock stars before them.
Let’s consider worship. I don’t lead worship or play a musical instrument well enough to participate on a worship team. I can’t sing. I dance in my own unique style and I love to worship my Lord. I was made to worship Him. It’s my responsibility to come prepared to enter in. It doesn’t matter what song is being sung. It doesn’t matter if the worship leader missed a note or broke a string or picked songs I don’t particularly like. What matters is that I come to worship my Lord in freedom and in truth. It’s important I give Him the praises He deserves. Imagine how a worship service would be if every person in the room came prepared to enter into worship regardless of the distractions of our day. How blessed would God be.
© Nadine Z. 2007