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Singing Life

Since I was little I loved the songs at church that I could put motions to. Songs like “I Cry Out” or “On Christ’s Solid Rock I Stand”. The motions weren’t something that I learned but instead something that I did by choice.

I grew up with these songs and my motions to them. My sister and I on either side of our father acting out the words to the songs. Now it is not just us acting out the words but also my mother as well as my cousin and her boyfriend.

As Christians, when we sing songs in church we sometimes act like they are just words and not worship of the One who spoke the universe into existence. We act like they are just silly little diddies and not teachings and promises for our everyday lives.

This is why I think that acting out the words to the songs are important. The songs can be just as important as the sermon or any other part of the church service. I believe that every part of the worship service has a reason to be there.

In a self-centered society, Christians seem to take the stance that church services are for their own benefit. They are not, church services are for God’s benefit. We sing praises and thankfulness to God, and yes the songs get us in the right mood for the rest of the church service but that is not their entire purpose.

Acting out the words to the songs helps me internalize their meanings. When I sing “Make Me a Blessing” I want to confidently say that I will be a blessing. When I sing “Go Tell It on the Mountain” I want to confidently say that I will share the Good News. When I sing “Blessed Assurance” I want to confidently say that I have felt a bit of heaven.

Acting out the words to the songs can also help others. When my father, sister, and I acted out the words eventually other people caught on. Just think if we carried this message further: to act on God’s Word and to see it spread.

So I challenge you, the next time you hear a Christian song (whether at church or on the radio) try acting out the words in the song. This doesn’t have to be a big interpretive dance routine, just listen to the song with more than your ears. Try not only acting out the words during the song but also in your everyday life.


Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.

-Psalm 95:1

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When Not If

When not if I die,

I want the church parking lot to be lined with chocolate gold coins

because you never know what small token of happiness there is if you just look around

and it is always good if you have chocolate!

When not if I die,

I want the greeters to pass out two things beyond just hugs,

the first is Hawaiian Leis

because I am going to a much better place, so why not celebrate

and second, a pretty stationary for the “celebrators” to write some of their favorite things about me and give it back to my family to read at another time.

When not if I die,

I don’t care if I have a memorial service or a funeral, but if I have a funeral,

I want to wear a pretty, lively colored dress,

possibly, light green silk knee length dress or maybe sunset orange polyester three-quarter length sleeve dress,

but it needs to be colorful and cute, at whatever age.

When not if I die,

I want a little smile on my face,

neither Mona Lisa nor Jay Gatsby smile,

but one all my own,

knowing that where I am is better.

When not if I die,

I want daisies everywhere,

colorful, colorful, colorful daisies, not JUST white, but pinks and blues and many different hues.

When not if I die,

I want the minister to say what he or SHE normally says but also with a twist of me,

some favorite quotes of mine, the books I like to read, superpowered characters I rave about, Epeolatry, my best friend God, how alive I feel when I am with people.

When not if I die,

I want happy smiles and only tiny tears

for I am going to a much better place.

When not if I die,

I want pictures on a slideshow,

I want my words out on display,

I want memories of happy and sad times to be shared.

When not if I die,

I want, care not, to be remembered in the minds of many, but to be engraved in the hearts of those who count.

When not if I die,

I want the meal after to have pink whipped cream and happy music playing in the background.

When not if I die, which I am not planning on soon,

but if God says, so be it

whether it be by plane crash in a hurricane at age twenty-five or

dying of cancer at eighty-five

my service will be like no other.

 

When Not