Yesterday, in church, I taught a new song to my Primary
kids. I have the best job in the church: teaching the gospel of Jesus Christ through music, to kids 3-12 years old. And, oh my goodness, can our kids
SING! They totally melt my heart! They
feel what they sing, and they are full of purity and innocence. The world has not yet told them if they can’t
carry a tune. Oh, world…stay away from our kids!
So for the last two weeks I have been singing and playing
recordings and videos of this new song for our Primary. The song is called Gethsemane, by the
beautiful and talented Melanie Hoffman (whose equally gifted husband Roger
wrote the classic “Consider the Lilies." Talk about a gene pool!) The
song Gethsemane has a super catchy chorus. Once you’ve heard it, you want to
sing along. So part of my strategy in
teaching the song was not allowing
the kids to sing. To teach the principles behind the song, I let the kids crush olives to press the oil out, like was done in the Garden of Gethsemane (Gethsemane means “the place of crushing” where olives were pressed for oil). I showed them how our sins keep us, by their nature, from being able to go Home to God’s presence. And then I showed them how our Savior, whose divine foreordination, coupled with a sinless life, qualified Him to take the darkness of sin and sorrow and suffering from us, making us clean enough to return to God’s presence. I showed with water and iodine and bleach how Jesus makes it possible for us to return Home clean. I asked them to also learn to be good, so that when they do go Home it will not be uncomfortable for them and they won’t have to learn new godly habits. It was a lot of gospel teaching for little ones. I repeated the song over and over as I taught, but told them they could not sing. The poor kids were chomping at the bit! Finally, I invited them to sing along with me. They filled their chests with air, their hearts with the Holy Spirit, and bore their pure witness through song. It moved us, who are seasoned with age, to tears. We sang it over again, and they hardly needed visual aids, because they had listened so often, wanting…deeply wanting…to sing.
It got me to thinking about our weekly Sacrament meetings,
where we also worship through song. I sit there, during the multiple times we are invited to sing as a congregation, and once in
a while I don’t sing so I can listen. I am really sorrowful at how poorly
we adults lift our voices in praise. I
don’t know why. We generally devote massive
amounts of our lives to practicing our religion
We give up full days of our lives in service. We give up substantial
portions of our income to tithes. We
fast. But we do not lift up our voices
and sing. It seems incongruous to
me. I look around and see how many lips
are pressed shut…the same lips that freely part to partake of the Holy
Sacrament. I wondered, if suddenly they took music out of our Sacrament meetings, how many people would decide they ached to sing?
I’ve thought about it often, through the years, the sorry state of Hymn singing in my Ward. I know for a fact most of my neighbors can sing. Still, they might not feel like they're very good at it...as if praising with song were a performance instead of a prayer.
I’ve wondered what I would do if I could not carry a tune. But I’ve sat with people who do not carry tunes who are happy to sing, and it never…and I am serious…NEVER bothers me. I’ve thought, in an attempt to have empathy, “What if the Lord asked us to dance in his name, as a part of our worship.?” My feet don’t work well, and even when they did I seemed to have two left feet. But I think I would probably at least try. At least shuffle a bit.
I’ve wondered what I would do if I could not carry a tune. But I’ve sat with people who do not carry tunes who are happy to sing, and it never…and I am serious…NEVER bothers me. I’ve thought, in an attempt to have empathy, “What if the Lord asked us to dance in his name, as a part of our worship.?” My feet don’t work well, and even when they did I seemed to have two left feet. But I think I would probably at least try. At least shuffle a bit.
I cannot tell you which of my Primary kids have poor singing
voices. I think even they don’t know,
nor care. What matters is that they
SING! And that they feel what they sing. And they are better for it. And I am better for it.
My HOPE, for my children, grandchildren, all family and
friends, is to engage when the music starts to play, rather than tune out. Unite with your spiritual family and LIFT UP
YOUR VOICE AND SING!
