A couple of weeks ago I attended a worship conference. They set up a huge tent in the middle of a field and had bands lead people in sung worship for 72 hours straight. It was a remarkable event, and so helpful to spend a day focussed with eyes upward.
Every two hours they changed the band that were leading. Around 6pm on the Saturday, a new band took on the baton. After a very brief spoken introduction the guitarist strummed. Something happened. I’ve been in a lot of meetings but I’ve never known anything quite like it. I can only describe the shift in atmosphere as ‘positively spooky’.
As in it noticeably changed, in a dramatic, almost eerie way; yet it had none of the negative connotations those words might normally have. It was special, like some truly wonderful and kind King had walked into the room. I was undone.
I’m aware the above could be put down to many things – my psychological state; the weather; the burger I’d eaten for lunch, the chord. Yet I’m also aware of a shepherd boy called David who had some sort of spiritual power on the playing of his instrument.
I want to encourage you disciple, even as the summer festivals aren’t as readily available, to push in on music as a key ally in your connection with the Lord day by day, and if you’re a musician to not only practice for technical skill, but also to pray for spiritual power. Chords really can connect us with the King.