I have a confession to make.I love the old hymns. Not just as artifacts or historical curiosities, but genuinely — the density of them, the way a single verse can carry more theology than three contemporary choruses. I grew up singing "How Great Thou Art" and the Doxology and "Be...
I have a friend who sings like an angel.Genuinely. The kind of voice that makes you stop mid-conversation. She grew up in a church that didn't allow instruments — no piano, no organ, no guitar. Just voices. When she first visited a service with a full band, she stood there...
I once visited a church where the choir was extraordinary.Twelve voices, perfectly blended, singing an arrangement so intricate and polished that I sat completely still for the entire service. I didn't sing a word. I couldn't. The music was too good, too complete. There was no gap in it for...