Losing My Voice

For the Church, Easter Sunday is a big deal. It seems like everyone is trying to do something special to bring more people in, shake things up, or just emphasize just a little bit more the things that we as believers hold so dear. 

My wife's home church in Southern Ohio, where we were both members and I attended while working at a Christian camp there had asked me to come back and lead music on Easter. Not because I'm some big shot, but because everyone else who typically would lead was going to be out of town visiting other family for that weekend. 

I always love heading back to my wife's stomping grounds because one, her family is awesome to be with, and two it feels like home to me too. 

We drove down late Friday after I clocked out of my day job and drove off into the night. (Mind you my day job has me talking on the phone the grand majority of the day and my throat was already feeling a little scratchy from talking so much)

The next morning when I woke up, it was gone. 

My voice was no more. I tried everything to try and get it back. I'm usually quite the talker, but didn't say a whole lot throughout the day to try and save it for Sunday. I drank fluids and sucked on Hall's all day just hoping I'd have enough of a voice to lead the next day. 

Just incase it didn't work, I had my wife practice singing the songs so at least she would be prepared. Her Aunt joined in as we practiced around the dinner table in Abby's grandparents Kitchen. 

The next morning I woke up hoping a miracle had happened, only to open my mouth and realize it was worse than the day before. 

We drove to church and I played the guitar as Abby and Aunt Wendy practiced singing. My computer (which runs all my click tracks and loops) wigged out and I had to play with just my acoustic. I had enough of a voice to invite people to stand and then to pray after we finished Jesus Paid It All.

I had so many things planned. I had loop tracks and clicks all ready, I had designed this awesome setlist of songs that would truly excite people to the truth we all know and proclaim throughout the year and you know what? That's not what was needed. 

God gave me a chance to see something that I tend to lose focus of at times. 

Easter is a time we celebrate, but it shouldn't be the only time we celebrate. We didn't need a million things going on to make Sunday work, we needed to focus on the Truth of who God says He is and what He has done for us through His Son. 

Since I couldn't sing, I just played guitar and read the lyrics. Lyrics of songs that we so easy glaze over so we can get to our favorite part. I'm so thankful that God didn't give me my voice back. People didn't need more of me on stage, the needed to see more of Christ. They needed to sing unhindered by my "brilliance" so together we could proclaim the Truth that "Jesus paid it all. All to Him I owe. Sin had left a crimson stain. He washed it white as snow"

In light of God's sovereignty how can each moment not have a divine purpose.