God gifted many people with the vocal cords of angels. Musical geniuses, worship leaders, choirs, the Jennifer Hudson’s and Josh Groban’s of the world are blessed to open their mouths for all to hear their Adams Apples move.
We are surrounded by music on the radio, TV, concerts, Church and even in the shower. Musical prodigies and instrumental virtuoso’s have no limit in today’s culture. The harmonious melodies of all varieties are heard from the “Church in the Wildwood” to The National Anthem to American Idol.
Venues of rock concerts to the local taverns have skyrocketed talent that otherwise we would never know about.
But….I don’t have Celine Dion’s larynx or our church worship leader’s vocal box. The day God gave “sets of lungs” I must have been absent. Why he didn’t give me notice I still haven’t figured out.
I wanted to sing. Not sound like a croaking frog or a sick cow.
Why wouldn’t God want me to be able to sing like Bob Marley or Janis Joplin?
Why wouldn’t God gift me to spread his word through song? My husband has an esophagus that could serenade Juliet.
How did that happen? Was he in a different gift line than me? Or did God leave me out on purpose?
It’s bad enough I have no ability whatsoever to carry a tune, playing a musical instrument is worth a call to 911 for noise disturbance. There was no point in trying out for a tour with Josh Groban.
Worshipping God is difficult when the sounds reverberate from your throat like a squealing pig. So what does one do that has no tone? No melody? No harmony?
Enjoy the great and talented voices of others God has gifted.
Realize that just because we weren’t born to sing, doesn’t mean our gifts are any less useful or needed.
Search for the gifts and talents that God gave someone who was never meant to sing.
Moses had a speech impediment. The day he saw a “burning bush” he probably hadn’t written on his calendar, “Today I become the Deliverer.”
Joseph was treated with total disdain by his own brothers. The day he became the 2nd most powerful man in Egypt probably wasn’t his answer to ” What do you want to do when you grow up?”
And we can’t forget the Apostle Paul who hated Jesus and anyone who followed him. An educated Jew, Paul was blinded by God on a road trip. Did he wake up that morning, pack his bags and schedule a meeting with God to reform his ideologies of what it meant to be a Pharisee? Do you believe he expected that day on the Damascus road to become a “Jesus Fanatic?” Naaa….that wasn’t on his to do list.
Many are born with gifts and automatically know what to do with them.
But many are not born with natural gifts. Our journey is different.
It is like getting up on the wrong side of the bed and falling out of it.
Trial and error can turn into years of seeking God to find his plan for us as individuals. Along the way he may grant us clues or signs but often still feel like we are in the dark.
We make the mistake on our Damascus roads of seeking the goal; of always looking for that moment of knowing why we are here so we can begin to do God’s work.
In God’s world it may not be the goal as much as the process. Life gets in the way of identifying we are doing the call of God every day.
The reflection of our hearts; the service of our hands, the written word in a blog.
The smile we shed on a downtrodden soul or the laughter we share in an offbeat joke.
Maybe our voice, our Adams Apple of music is simply living out our own Damascus Road in the light of God’s son in our little corner of the world.
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Ecclesiastes 3: 1 “For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven.”