As you may have surmised from earlier stories, I sing in my church choir.
My spot in the choir loft, much to the chagrin of the Porch Pals, who can’t ever find me there, is on the back row of the right side, in Alto-land. It’s a great spot, actually, since the choir leaves after the anthem and we’re first out. All of which has nothing to do with my story, but I thought a little mental setting would set the stage.
I’m not in this picture, but it’ll give you the basic idea. No, I don’t know why I’m not in the picture…must’ve been taken before my time.
Today we sang a lovely anthem titled “You Alone are God” by . . . I don’t remember, but I think it was a female composer. I know it was commissioned in honor of a church pianist . . . but never mind.
We were backed up by the orchestra which is always a treat (our orchestra ROCKS!). The words were taken from Scripture and tended to alternate between these phrases:
1. You are God.
2. You are Lord.
Because we were trying to make ourselves heard over the orchestra, and because the alto line was extremely important to the overall piece (it always is, of course, but this time other people actually noticed), my friend and choir loft neighbor Laura and I were concentrating very hard. By the time the second service rolled around, we had sung the piece at least 5 times that morning (we do some heavy rehearsing on Sunday mornings) and were feeling comfortable.
Both of us, secure in the knowledge that we knew this song by now, confidently blasted out “You are Go…” only to realize mid-word that we should have been singing “Lord” instead. Which led to this expression of devout worship: “You are gourd.”
I think it may have even been “You are gourd of all.”
It’s times like these that I am so thankful I serve a God (not a gourd) who offers grace. Who loves me even when I get his name wrong. Who thoughtfully provided a really loud orchestra to cover up my phonetic faux pas.
God is good. And he is Lord of all.