We attend a small, rural church. The average age of the 20+ members is 70. Consequently, our daughter is a belle of the ball. She’s full of life and the youngest attendee by several decades.
I’ve been playing piano for worship in our regular piano player’s absence, and in the past few weeks, I’ve been tasked with leading choir as well.
I quickly exchanged the piano for a guitar, and as a result, we’ve done some peppy numbers. One choir member thought percussion would be a nice touch, and inspired by my daughter’s presence in our platform choir pews, the member gave Cat some instruments to play along with us.
Sunday morning, we tried her out, and my daughter nailed it. She was steady and energetic. Everyone in the congregation loved it. The song, “Celebrate Jesus,” was much more celebratory because of her contribution. It was a joy to look at the crowd’s faces as they mouthed the words and looked at the five-year-old wielding the shaker.
My daughter found a small way to provide value and worshipped God in the process. It really was a beautiful thing.
Learning Together 