I love marching band! Always have. From when I first started in 6th grade in Langford and learned the high left step to my high school years in Groton field marching, I loved every minute of it. We marched in centennial parades in the summer, we marched in college parades in Brookings, Madison, Sioux Falls, and Vermillion. We did our field marching in the Dakotadome and at Howard Wood. It was hot. It was cold. It was great!
My senior year Mr. Rath, our band director, picked a song for me to play a solo on my frumpet. I remember his instructions: "Aim your bell high and play it as loud as you can." And I did. It felt like I was playing the song straight to the heavens on that dark night in Sioux Falls. What a feeling!
"Sing for joy to God our strength;
shout aloud to the God of Jacob! Begin the music, strike the tambourine,
play the melodious harp and lyre."
These days that's where I find myself continuing to use my musical abilities. Every Sunday morning, with guitar in hand, and other more talented people around me, I sing praises to the God of Jacob. This fall I am hopeful to be able to sing in the Living Christmas Tree again and sing for joy to God my strength.
But, to be honest, I find myself singing the praises of my God just about anywhere. Walking the hallways of school, setting up the net before practice, walking over to the church any day of the week, and driving along in my car. I get a little into it at times, and "aim my bell high and sing as loud as I can!" You see, I don't sing for you or for me. It is an audience of One, the only One worthy of praise that I sing to and for. He is the One that you should sing and shout and strike the tambourine and play the harp and lyre for.
He alone is worthy of praise. Amen!