Col. 3:16 Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts.
Well, I'm REALLY getting knit into my "new" church (I've been here about a year now): I sang my first special today.
The desire came to me last month, and I asked my former co-worker, who's on the music ministry, about sharing a song. She hooked me up with the leader and the "tecladista" (keyboardist) and got set up for today. We practiced a couple of weeks ago, and I was going to practice last week too but ended up having to stay home with some extra kiddies. So I went in early today for one more practice run.
I am not a professional, and I would never be so presumptuous as to go on American Idol. (My fiancé Levi has a very nice tenor, but he's in Pucallpa, Peru.) But I can at least carry a tune. And this particular song had been my theme since 2008 when I was on a mission trip to Peru and Colombia. I occasionally sang it after worship, before teaching and ministering. And it continues to be a prayer-song for me.
So this morning, as we practiced, I felt my throat kinda scratchy, but thought, "That's okay, Lord - let my weakness give glory to Your strength." And I warned the brethren, as I introduced the song, that I sometimes get overcome and cry, so if I did, they were going to have to take over singing.
I did, however, manage to make it through. I closed my eyes, because I wanted to close out the distraction and sing to the LORD. So I didn't see what anyone else was doing. As we finished and I turned to go, my friend and the translator both gave me big hugs and said people really responded, and thanked me for sharing.
Good! Thanks, Lord. And I feel better for having participated to this degree.