Reflection

At my small Christian college every full time student is required to attend 16 chapels every semester. This semester I've noticed a cute elderly couple almost every day. They arrive earlier than I do in order to participate in the worship time before the speaker and I've seen them singing with great animation. Today I sat in front of them, and noticed that they were both very bad singers. But this didn't stop them or hold them back at all. They belted out the words with fervor, clearly meaning every line they sang. And I couldn't help but smile, because how many of us hold back in worship? We sing quietly, afraid to be heard because we're not stellar singers; we're embarrassed because our talents lie in other directions. But the truth of it is that God doesn't care about the technical musical quality of the praise we offer to him. The heart is what matters. This elderly couple understood that, and they sang with reckless abandon. And it was refreshing.