Psalm 104:33-34 I will sing to the Lord all my life;
I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.
May my meditation be pleasing to him,
as I rejoice in the Lord.
I can’t read this passage without singing it, at least in my heart, so I guess it’s pretty accurate for me! I have long been convinced that music was a special gift from God, for His pleasure and ours. I even read a science fiction story many years ago that portrayed scientists discerning the vibration rhythms of the universe, and when they sped it up, it was Bach! Conversely, atonal “music,” which frankly hurts my ears, became relatively popular in “serious” music circles around the time when atheism was the “in” thing. Today, much rap “music” has absolutely despicable lyrics, glorifying things I don’t even want to talk about. The devil loves to defile the beautiful things of God, and music is certainly no exception. Quite a few years ago, when a young man learned that my younger daughter was a music major in college he wanted to know what styles she liked. When I started talking about melody and harmony, he immediately put it down as “ear candy,” not really “serious music.” That is really pathetic to me. Real music connects on a deep level, as demonstrated by the many videos available of animals being entranced by humans making music. Some of them are quite amusing! God created us to make music, and to worship Him. Combining those two things is the most natural thing in the world.
Obviously, I grew up in a musical family. All six of us both sang and played instruments, and that was true for many in my extended family as well. I chose to play the clarinet largely because of the influence of a cousin who played with the Chicago Symphony while he was a college student. I certainly learned that proficiency requires practice! I also learned that there is wide variety in native ability. I have met several people who claimed to be “tone deaf,” but it has been medically demonstrated that genuine inability to distinguish tones is exceedingly rare. Environment, even in the womb, has a huge influence, and I was certainly blessed there. My family loved to gather around the piano and sing through the hymnal. I honestly think I could read music before I could read the words, because the notation seemed so simple and logical. Today, it has been literally years since I have played one of my clarinets, but I sing daily. At 76, my vocal control isn’t what it once was, but I certainly have quite a store of tunes and lyrics in my heart and mind. I look forward to singing to my heart’s content – and to the pleasure of my God – in heaven!
Father, thank You indeed for music, and most especially for the privilege and joy of making it to You. As that chorus says, “You are the Words and the Music, You are the Song that I Sing.” As the Psalmist says here, may the thoughts of my heart, musical or otherwise, be pleasing to You, for Your glory. Thank You. Praise God!