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While today’s kids twerk to songs featuring men calling women bitches and ho’s and stuffy to nasty to post here, we baby boomers smugly tune in the oldies stations to listen to the wholesome, romantic songs of our youth.
I’ve always had a great interest in music. I enjoy almost all types of music, and music is a wonderful gift from God. The Bible is replete with references to music.
Worship is the way that we show reverence, respect, and love for our God. And music is one of the wonderful ways that we can worship!
I am playing the fiddle near the swimming pool at my hotel in Dothan. I always play in the mornings. Routine. I’ve been on the road for 14 days, playing music and performing my one-man spasm in different states.
The good old days—when guitars wailed, lyrics slapped, and bands like Metallica shredded their way into our souls. Back then, music was a primal scream, a rebellious anthem, and a masterclass in not caring what your parents thought.
Greenbaum missed the point of “Spirit in the Sky” and so do many Christians to this day.
Music is an integral part of the worship experience, whether it’s vocal, instrumental, or pre-recorded. Some of us can’t sing, but we can make a joyful noises!
For me, worship without music is worship without spirit. You can make a joyful noise, even if you can’t carry a tune in a bucket!