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So call me old-fashioned.

Tell me it’s because I’m fifty.

Point to the gray I see in the mirror every day.

 

I Love Harmony

 

I grew up with it. I couldn’t WAIT until I could find that third part with some degree of accuracy so I could sing with Dad and Mom. When my voice started falling out of the 1st soprano range I had in elementary school I snagged alto and hung on for dear life. But it didn’t last long, and I soon found myself listening for how tenors did things so I could keep singing while my voice decided where it was going to land. Friends in church let me stand by them and learn to sing tenor, so I was able to stay in choir as a Jr-higher, only as a tenor now, instead of a boy-soprano. By High-School I was a bass. I still am. Working to keep my upper register free and natural as a choir director and worship leader has been worth the effort through the years. By rights, though – I’m a bass.

 

But it’s not just that I know all four parts, though I didn’t sing the middle two very long.

I Love Harmony

To me it’s one of the best examples around of how the body of Christ ought to function: Different parts. Different melody lines. Different rhythms. Different volumes. Sometimes even different words, working and moving together under the direction of one who loves a beautiful sound, to bring a smile to all who hear, God-above most of all. The things we learn in blending harmonies together transfer very easily to working together at church.

 

 

Really— I Love Harmony —did I mention that already?

 

I love today’s Christian music too, there are some wonderful things being written and sung right now, and I especially enjoy those with some vocal harmonies (Have you clicked “play” on Abide in Me to the right?  You should.  Some nice vocal harmonies there).  Many, however,  just don’t have harmonies a typical person can sing. Ever notice that?   I miss it.   Songs written with intentional harmony give a guy like me the freedom to sing along on another part when the melody’s just too high for a bass to hold on. Can’t do that as much anymore.  Tell me it’s not just because I’m getting old.  Cuz I’m not.   (Am I?)

—PLR—

 

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