So, as a Jack of all trades and Master of none, I am now a Vocalist at church. In church circles, that means I've made it. Ordinarily I would feel rather self-important about this if it weren't for the fact that I'm strictly a shower-singer. The acoustics are fabulous. This is me:
Since I currently own an Elvis costume and haven't had the chance to wear it yet, maybe we can run the Worship a little this way:
When I was first asked to sing up front, I quickly developed a "psychological cold". I like to think that Satan had heard my rendition of "She's a Lady" in the bathroom and he was really worried. Clearly it was nothing more than a spiritual attack. The reality is that I may have been just a little bit nervous and looked very much like turning the Worship part of the service into this:
Thankfully, it didn't come to another Milli Vanilli scandal as the music team are just so cool and somehow, something resembling words put to a tune came out of my mouth. I didn't mind it really because the thing about doing stuff for God is that you do stuff...FOR GOD! And if you do stuff for God, well...I guess He kinda makes sure you don't...stuff up...completely (there I go with my overuse of the ellipsis again).
Meanwhile, I'm trying to get a grip on tomorrow's songs. I've been Youtubing for all I'm worth. And, just as I thought I'd really got a handle on some harmonies, one of the fosties walked by and muttered something about bananas and before you know it, I'm belting out "I've Got A Luverly Bunch of Coconuts". The brain can make some random connections at times. Sometimes worship time can be a little unpredictable. Let's just hope that tomorrow it's not TOO unpredictable.