The worship team of my current church is pretty stellar. Their voices are amazing, the blend is perfect, harmony is on point (they did “And Can It Be” a cappella today and it was incredible), and basically the sound is pristine. Today was no different, and there were some particularly high/soaring notes involved in today’s songs.
But I think what really made praise so awesome today (in addition to the One that we were praising, obviously) were the kids. The kids in our congregation all sit on one side, and there were all these tiny voices shout-singing the words to the songs. I don’t know if they believed what they were singing, or what some of the words meant. But they were singing their hearts out completely off-key and it was so perfect in its imperfection.
I don’t think I’m doing it justice in my explanation, but hearing those kids really brought home praise for me. How we sing and live with our flaws and brokenness (not that I mean to compare their voices to the fall of man…) and it’d ordinarily be considered terrible, but how it becomes beautiful only because our song and lives are directed to God. And how this perfect and beautiful God hears our atrocious singing and not only accepts it, but loves it. Loves us. Wow.
"but Jesus said, ‘Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven."