Sunday, December 11, 2011

trumpets resound

As you know, my husband is one of the associate pastors at our church and the music minister.  His job has evolved over the past 21 months, including implementation of change within the structure of the worship program.  Not surprising, that change has been met with both affirmation and resistance.  

The good news is that we have all grown together since we got here, and it's refreshing to see the fruit of that labor become sweet. Since the start of this year, Chris has envisioned a brass section for the worship band.  Today, that vision was realized.

What I love about how my husband leads is that he doesn't accept only the best most polished musicians and singers on his teams.  He looks for some measure of skill, sure, but it's not the only qualifying factor. He genuinely desires to see people grow in ministry, and welcoming amateur horn and string players is part of that equation.

I absolutely loved having the tuba, trombone, French horn, and trumpets in worship this morning.  What a joyful noise!  

The only thing that made me smile wider than seeing my husband's vision become reality, was when each musician took turns shaking out the spit from their instruments on stage.                                              
"Shout your praises to God, everybody!
Let loose and sing!  Strike up the band!
Round up an orchestra to play for God,
Add on a hundred-voice choir.
Feature trumpets and big trombones,
Fill the air with praises!"
- Psalm 98:4-6 (The Message)


  1. ahem... it's not spit, it's condensation!!!