Psalms 100

So I had a thought the other day.

It was a Sunday morning, I was in church. I was worshipping God, and the room was full of his presence. But my attention drifted and suddenly I was comparing my voice to that of the worship leader’s.

Which is, first of all, ridiculous because it’s a big part of her job to sing, so clearly her voice is going to be more smooth than mine. But also ridiculous because it literally doesn’t matter if my voice sounds like Taylor Swift or a gravel road, because what matters is whether or not the words I’m singing come from my heart.

God never said, “Worship me only with beautiful voices that sound like pop stars, otherwise I don’t want to hear it.” No way. He actually said in Psalms 100, verses one and two, that we we’re supposed to “Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth. Worship the Lord with gladness; come before him with joyful songs.” Then later in verse four He specifies that we should enter his gates with thanksgiving and praise.

No mention whatsoever of staying on key.

Or un-warmed-up-early-morning-voices that apparently don’t want to go high gracefully.

Or songs that you actually can’t sing because the worship leader decided to play in a key that lies perfectly between being able to sing on the octave and up the octave.

As it turns out, none of that matters. So maybe God is tone-deaf. Because he doesn’t even care. All he hears are his children thanking him. And praising him. And glorifying him.

Though I do appreciate worship songs played in keys I can comfortably sing in.

Always,

Ava