Sunday mornings I can be found sitting up in the choir loft of our local church. I enjoy our slightly rambunctious, at times off key, normally enthusiastic singing. In two rows, we divide into our parts, soprano, alto, tenor, and bass. I am an alto and I’m used to hearing my part and the tenors behind me. But, I know that what I hear is completely different from what our audience hears. When we sing, the music travels out and it blends differently that if you are right there in the mix.
A little girl joined us last Sunday, one of the choir members was helping to look after her. Standing on the pew with her blond hair in two braids and silver bows, I saw little childish hands pull out a hymnal and flip through the pages. We were all holding our choir books, she was simply modeling what we were doing. But, how precious it was to see her flipping through the book and I watched her and recognized the titles of the songs that she was staring blankly at. Then, the singing started. The jaw in that round face dropped. “It sounds different up here?” Big eyes looked at me and her head nodded. She stood there turning round and round, taking it all in.
I had two thoughts standing there, with a big grin plastered on my face. Who could help it, she was so cute! One thought was I wonder if that will be me one day. Standing there, every tongue confessing that Christ is Lord, worshipping with the family of God – how it will sound when I am in the midst of the crowd! My other thought was how quickly this little girl was modeling our behavior. What a reminder that even without any formal lessons, we need to be cognizant of our behaviors with these children around us.
I hope one day to see her singing with great praise.