I am not a musician. I wish so badly that I was.
My mom signed me up for six weeks of steel guitar lessons when I was 11 years old, just to get me out of the house that summer. Why she thought that steel guitar lessons were the answer to my July doldrums I have no idea. I did the lessons, hated every minute of it and never did anything with the guitar, steel or otherwise, ever again.
The next school year, I was recruited to play in the school band… trumpet, of all things. That actually had a few cool moments, and as I look back I can remember just being on the cusp of understanding music theory and actually had sights on trying some other instruments… then it seems that my hormones took over and it became obvious to me that the lines were being drawn between the cool kids and the kids that would be spending summers at band camp… I took my chances on trying to be one of the cool kids and walked away from what could have been a life of music-ness.
Fast-forward a few years and I spent time leading worship for our youth group for four years and singing for a short time with a local Christian band; I knew just enough to be dangerous about music.
Today I don’t know which is more true: Either I’m obsessed with all types of music or perhaps I just abhor silence. My tastes have changed over the years, but the presence of music has remained a constant. Good music is a fix for me… I need it. I need the 10 GB of music on my iTunes, and I need more!
Rise up, O Lord, in all your power. With music and singing we celebrate your mighty acts. Psalm 21:13
Music is my direct line to God… I hear him in it, I see him better around me with it, I’m inspired to do more and to be more when I have it. How important is music to you?