My church has been without a music pastor for two years now. We have a lot of musical talent within the congregation and over time have figured out our lay roles to keep the program healthy and even growing.
Some weeks I am not at church between Sundays. This week, I’ll be there about 10 hours, which for me is a lot, since I work three days per week and raising my children is the highest priority.
With that in mind, today I felt one with music pastors. I didn’t spend hours rehearsing with the band, then the next night teaching the new tunes to the choir just so middle aged man could stare back at us. You came to church, dude, worship! On the other side of that coin, how humbling and awesome it was to see others worshipping to the fruits of our labor. One last reflection: As second service came to a close, I felt, “That’s it? Now we put these tunes away and choose a new set for next Sunday.”
However, since I am not a music pastor, I am off next Sunday. I will likely be sleeping in and walking to church with my family.