I have an ever-expanding group of musicians to hang and rock out with, and I love it.
Once a month or so, I get together with a bunch of other Christian musicians and we try out stuff. Some of us are trained musicians. Some aren’t. Some sing. Some play multiple instruments; others only one. Not everyone reads music. A few people come just to listen. We have a big potluck dinner, send the kids off to play, set up our gear in the living room, and hand out charts.
And then! Magic happens!
This week, we had four guitarists, two pianists, two drummers, about a dozen singers. We had people from five different families and four different denominations. Sometimes we do Christian rock. This week, we were looking at a lot of hymns; some of us know a lot of them, and some didn’t know hardly any and wanted to learn.
Sometimes the lyrics in the books we had didn’t match the ones we knew from church on Sunday. And it was OK!
This is what I love about the Christian friends in my circle. They are very different, but they can come together and have a great time. One one extreme, I perform a lot of music with a very conservative friend that is quite prim only wears skirts and won’t wear a shirt with less than a 3/4 sleeve. On the other, I worship with a garage band where the guys debate the merits of their favorite IPAs, struggle to watch their vocabulary and wear biker gear and chains to practice. We get along, and can make music and praise together.
Folks, this is one of those things makes being a Christian worthwhile this side of heaven. Pure joy!