When we say “worship,” most of us picture the front of the church. The platform. The instruments. The people who look confident holding a mic. But the longer I’ve studied hymns—and the longer I’ve watched churches sing—the more I’m convinced the most important voice in the room is the one we tend to overlook: the…
Category: HYMN NOTES
When my mom died, I was left with the quiet work of going through her house—drawer by drawer, box by box, the physical evidence of a life lived for other people. I don’t know what I expected to keep. But I know what I grabbed quickly. Her electric sewing machine. It’s still in its box.…