Though I am not an organist, I am a musician, and based on my experience, concern over who among us is the greatest is part of the musician’s environment.
Jesus walked everywhere he went. Once he even walked across a lake. But he has chosen to ride a donkey into Jerusalem. What’s that all about?
As Christ-followers who participate in bringing music to worship, a means of influence has been placed in our hands and a mantle of leadership has been placed on our shoulders.
Still, small voices within our hearts are being drowned out by the sad cacophony of our shouting. Our ears have become deafened to the truth by each side’s “facts.” How shall we open our hearts and our ears? How shall we be lifted, as a nation, as a world community, out of the quagmire of hate and suspicion and fear?
I don’t claim to have “heard it all” (a phrase that seems to annoy “fate”), but when it comes to the titles we give the people up front in worship, I’ve heard enough.
