Living: When you don’t have a song

9:04 am | October 18, 2012

Several years ago a popular song by Frank Sinatra became a hit. The lyrics began with “Without a song the day would never end, Without a song the road would never bend…” It was a reminder of the way music influences our feeling about life. Music can make us dance or comfort our grief; it may cause us to laugh or cry. It has a way of attaching itself to our memory, and it may come from an old movie or the latest release. Sometimes it is a gospel song or a hymn, and we find ourselves humming or whistling the tune for two or three days. The opening notes of the National Anthem is sounded and immediately we stand and salute. After the terrorist attack of Sept. 11, the crowds in many gatherings sang “God Bless America” because it brought hope and courage. From the classic pipe organ to the gospel quartets, the bluegrass groups and rock bands, there seems to be something for every taste. When you visit other countries, you discover that they also have their own style of music with its unique beauty. Without music life would be boring.

For some of us, our first memory of music was in a children’s group at the church. We learned to sing “Jesus Loves Me,” and it is lodged in our mind forever. My earliest memory of singing was at church and school where I grew up with an appreciation for music. Perhaps it was because I had an older brother who had a beautiful voice. He sang solos at church and on the radio for an evangelist in the area. But music also brought me one of my greatest disappointments.

I was a young teenager and was scheduled to sing a duet with a girl in our church. I had participated in musical performances before, but no one had told me that when a boy reaches a certain age physical changes begin. We stood up and began our special music. I had been a boy soprano as I grew up, but something had happened to my voice. The sounds coming out of my mouth were not the same. They did not harmonize with the girl’s beautiful voice. After a few embarrassing minutes, I stood silently wishing I could crawl under a pew. It took a while to recover, but eventually I began to sing again with my “new” voice.

It was bad for me when I thought that I could not sing. But it is worse if one gets to the place in life when you do not have a song to sing. Perhaps living has become so difficult that there is nothing to sing about. It may be that the church at Ephesus had some folks who had lost their song when Paul wrote “…speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord.” (Ephesians 5:19 NKJV) Don’t loose your heart song!

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