When I was a Junior in High School I discovered quite by accident that I have a nice singing voice. I joined choir to fill a vacant slot in my schedule, but ended up taking vocal lessons and inexplicably qualifying for All-State Choir in a few short months. I practiced the songs on my own for weeks, some of which I loved instantly…and one which I hated. “El Vito” was HARD, my part made no sense, the time signature kept changing, the whole thing felt discordant, and I dreaded singing it.
Until All-State weekend. The first time I stood in the middle of that talented 250 voice ensemble and belted that puppy at full volume I felt goosebumps run from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. This piece, which I loathed until that moment, suddenly became my favorite. When the last chord faded from the rehearsal hall, the room trembled with a tingling silence. The choir stood dumbstruck for several seconds. It seemed one could move or breathe. Then I heard whispers echoing my one cogent thought: “Can we sing it again?!?”
I think that’s what it’s going to be like when we hear the new song before the throne. I don’t know if I’ll be privileged enough to be in that choir, but I’m not sure it will matter. I think I’ll have goosebumps either way.