“How Can I Keep from Singing?” 08a067077591d4b65b7ef25f88bd4b05

My dad used to tell us this story from his school days about his music teacher. He could never carry a tune, so when it came to a school performance, she’d tell him to stand in the back row and just pretend he was singing. She also told him she thought he’d be a good trumpet player, but that’s a story for another day.

Even though Daddy couldn’t carry a tune, it never kept him from singing. He’d be getting ready for work and I could hear “pack up all your cares and woe, here I go, singing low…” or “Hark the herald angels sing” with every crackling note! I so often think of him when we are singing in church because my brothers and I would giggle when he’d belt out a hymn. He didn’t seem to even notice because music was so much a part of his life and so much a part of worship.

The music seemed especially beautiful to me yesterday in worship. It was as if every hymn we sang was filled with thanks and praise to God for all of life. And then, our wonderful choir sang….

“For the beauty of the earth; For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth over and around us lies:
Lord of all, to thee we raise this our joyful hymn of praise.”

During my favorite verse….

“For the joy of human love, brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends of earth, and friends above…”

I could see my Dad, singing in the back row (of course).  Along with him, I could picture our dear friend and neighbor from down the road who crossed just that morning from earth to heaven.

“Lord of all, to thee we raise, this our joyful hymn of praise.”

words from John Rutter “For the Beauty of the Earth”

Judith Harnish, Author