What a beautiful thing, God, to give thanks, to sing an anthem to you, the High God! To announce your love each daybreak, sing your faithful presence all through the night, Accompanied by dulcimer and harp, the full-bodied music of strings. Psalm 92:1-3 (MSG)
For a couple of weeks, I noticed the bass guitar sitting on stage on Sunday morning. There was no one to play it. Out of curiosity, I asked our worship leader what it was doing there. "It belongs to the church," he explained, "but we don't have anyone to play."
Now, I'm not a gifted musician. I had a year of piano lessons and a year or two of drum lessons back at good ol' Woodlawn Elementary. I picked up a guitar in high school and taught myself to strum out a few chords. But, I figured that the least I could do was take the bass home and see if I could learn to hold the beat.. I went home, printed a fret chart of the internet and started to play along with some music I had. A few weeks later, I was up there plunking out the root note. I was hooked.
Over the ensuing years, I developed a love for playing during worship. There is an amazing thing that happens when a team of musicians and singers all come together. Each individual part becomes part of the one. It's like God describes how the many who believe become part of the one body of Christ. It's an awesome feeling to sense the many individual instruments become part of the one music and the one music ushering the almighty One into our presence.
As Psalm 92 puts it, it's such a beautiful thing.