What Truly Matters

What Truly Matters
Blog Writers - Wed Nov 27, 2013 @ 01:15PM
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D.L. Moody once said, "The tendency of the world is down - God's path is up."

More often then not, we miss what really matters.

It's dark out, probably a quarter past seven, when I wander into the choir practice.  We're at a community meeting, but I feel empty.  So I wander through the beautiful church and I hear it.  Soft and quiet, an old piano playing an old hymn. 

Where is it coming from?  I find myself longing to be there, wherever "there" is, and go searching for the room with the beautiful music. 

Thankfully, I find it.  It's a small chapel inside the magnficient building, called the "Overflow Room"... what a sad sounding name for such a gorgeous place.  Inside, I've named it "House of Glory" (now doesn't that sound nicer?). 

"Do you think it would be okay if I sit in the back of the room and just watch?" I find myself asking the choir coordinator.  What if she says no? 

The choirmaster seems a little surprised.  She saw me come for the community meeting, but grins when she sees I want to sit in on the singing instead.  Smiling, she says that she's sure it will be alright, and so I slip into the seats near the back and just watch. 

The music is so glourious, so wonderful, and I am captivated.  My eyes are closed, I'm letting the music and the words seep in.  I know who holds tomorrow, and I know who holds my hand.  I can't remember the rest of the words sung, but that line keeps me in my seat.  Listening to a bunch of seniors sing is tremendously joyous. 

You see, I have traded something that doesn't have much eternal value (chitter chatter about bike lanes) for something that has so much eternal value (worshipping our Saviour!).  Yah, I could've sat through the community meeting.  But when I saw the old men and ladies singing praise to God, my whole soul jumped at the opportunity to do so with them. 

Oh - to choose to do things that really matter.  To choose to make some elderly women smile, to wave giddy to the choirmaster, to ask to watch, to hum along, to dare to do something...well, odd and abnormal. 

There were about 300+ people in the gym that night for the community meeting, but only a small number at the choir practice.

Who do you think left feeling more refreshed?  All of the people attending the community meeting were angry at the beaurecrats, frowning, mad and frustrated--empty.  But all those singing hymns to our Saviour came out smiling, happy, joyful, refreshed.

Two roads diverged in a church building on one Tuesday night - and I?  I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

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