At Sunday service yesterday I was reminded of what an instrument of praise we can all become. Just before being dismissed to return to our homes the congregation sang God Bless America, twice. It was so loud, so emotional, the praise team leader felt the need to repeat the first verse. When it was all over the people singing all applauded in appreciation of the spontaneous show of support for our country. It’s one reason I decided to call this place my home. Nobody sits back and becomes a spectator here. We all participate in praise and worship!
I was thinking later as I processed the photos I’d taken that morning the true meaning of Instruments of Praise and Worship. We are all instruments of praise, just as much as the guitar, piano and organ. Our voices, lifted toward heaven, can be a resounding sweet sound.