One of the best parts of church service is the choir ministration (special number). It entertains and ministers to the soul. For those on the receiving end of this song, it seems easy but the people on the other side of the pulpit know the truth. It is NOT easy! No. There’s stage fright, bad microphones, over-zealous conductors, absent-minded back-up singers to mention a few. It is only by the grace of God that everything turns out well in the end.
So today, the choir was called up to sing. I sat upright in my chair, eager to flow along with the song ( I absolutely love choir ministrations). This fine girl in a long peach gown comes up to the pulpit with a microphone in her hand and says hallelujah. The conductor begins with the dramatic hand gestures and the back-up singer start: “My God, my God, my Gooood…”, now enter instrumentalists and the song takes off.
Now, I don’t know if the key they were singing on was the same the soloist had rehearsed because her voice was bouncing all over the church auditorium, in a very comfusing manner. I had a very encouraging smile on my face (the kind a mother gives her child who is presenting a poem on a stage), as though she could see me from the holy of holies where she was. The smile didn’t last very long. I mean, all she had to do was adlib. Why did she look amd sound so tormented?
Out of nowhere, I started hearing another voice adlibbing from the choir, a male voice, for that matter. Like play, like play, choir ministration had turned to lip sync battle. Ghost soloist was adlibbing his own, physical soloist was doing her own thing. I was like what a wawu! Whose idea was it to cause this confusion? Neither of them agreed to give up for the other o. Nah! Both held on until the very end.
I looked around, everybody was watching them grimly. Pastor was just looking at them like, “where did i go wrong?” I was expecting to see small disagreement brewing in the choir after the rendition but alas, there was none. Clearly that was normal.