Some may have seen it as a normal, run-of-the-mill, Friday night music rehearsal in preparation for the Sunday morning church service.
For me, it was more than that.
For me, it was a tangible portrait of the interdependency of the body of Christ.
You see, there were only six of us in the sanctuary that balmy evening. Yet if just one had been missing, the dynamics would have drastically changed.
As we lifted voice and instrument to make music unto the Lord, the term ‘individual’ faded into insignificance and we were morphed, united, into one song.
If only one of us had been playing or singing, it would’ve sounded okay, but nothing spectacular. (No offense to my fellow musicians!) But together, we could make a beautiful sound.
We needed each other.
In one song, the drummer admitted that he couldn’t get the tempo quite right for the intro, and he asked the pianist to start us off. In another piece, the pianist needed the electric guitar to kick off the song. The musicians depended on the alto sax to carry the melody for one of the choruses, and when I lost my place in the sheet music, I relied on the strength of the vocalist to lead me to the right measure.
We were all interconnected, depending and relying on each other for rhythm, pace, cues and melody – just like believers in the body of Christ.
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