The Big Dance

So guess what friends? Remember how I blogged about leading the music in Elder’s Quorum and how disastrous that was?

Well guess who was just was made the bishop of our ward? The Elders Quorum president.

And guess who he thinks can lead the music because I do it in priesthood weekly? Me.

But leading music in Priesthood is very different than leading music in sacrament meeting. Am I right?

Sacrament Meeting is the “Big Dance” of leading music. People actually look to you for direction. And the organist depends on you to keep the beat. The congregation expect you to know what you are doing, and let's be honest I really don't.

So I showed up to Sacrament Meeting to go over the hymns with the organist.

I immediately sat down next to her and, said, “Oh sweet sister, here is the poop, I don’t know how to lead music, and why they asked me to lead the music today is beyond my scope of understanding. So here is what we are going to do, I don’t want you to look at me for any type of direction or cut offs. You just keep you own time sister, and I will follow you. Thanks you’re the best!”

But she replied, “No, I am going to following you. I trust in you.”

Now I believe that you are blest whenever you do what is asked of you when it comes to church. And maybe today if I had faith, perhaps as I held that baton, in some miracle from up above my arm would find the beat and this could change lives and the organist and I would weep at how beautiful this experience could be for both of us.

I could do this. Is anything to hard for the Lord? And let’s be honest friends, I am pretty darn fantastic!

So I led the first two songs, and friends, I wasn’t solid but I felt like I was holding my own. I felt my confidence building with each verse. It was a miracle! And that’s when I realized the organist was making a face, an ugly face, and I had a strange feeling it had something to do with me.

During the sacrament she made her way off the organ bench, which in and of itself takes quite a bit of skill for a women in a dress, and she came and sat by me, took me by the hand and said, “Good brother, I don’t know what you are doing up there, but can I give you some pointers on how to lead music?”

I tried not to cry, but I am afraid my lip started to quiver, just a little.

I guess the real miracle here is that they haven’t asked me back for a repeat performance.