If You Love Me, Baby, Tell Me Louder
This morning I lead the worship at the monthly men's breakfast at my church. I used guitar, an instrument I haven't touched in years. I used to have callouses when I played regularly, but they are long gone. That unpleasant sensation I feel in my fingertips on my left hand -- could that be the thing you mortals call pain?
My one innovation was to insist on no amplification. We had about 55 guys packed in a room not terribly large, and the situation did not require a microphone. I think amplification creates a barrier. That's bad enough for a performance setting, but its doubly bad for a worship setting.
Consider two churches. One is the stereotypical traditional congregation, with an organ and small, bad choir. You notice the congregation doesn't sing the hymns. Now you go to a congregation with contemporary worship: the guitars, keyboards, and vocalists are all mic'ed. The music pounds in your ears. You say, "Great! -- a little vulgar maybe, but at least people are participating!" I say, look around. Maybe a lot of people will be singing, but often, it will be just a few. If you have a congregation that won't sing, turning up the volume and adding a drum set won't necessarily fix things -- but it will make the problem easier to overlook.
What's this? I'm trying to make a serious point? On a Friday? How dare I? I should have gone straight to the good stuff.
Umie the Umlaut says, "ask your doctor about the Fredösphere!"

1 Comments:
Now that is hysterical.
Post a Comment
<< Home