A while back someone told me that I was set in my ways. I was deeply offended. No way! I’m one of the most flexible people I know. Lately, I’m rethinking this opinion I have of myself.
This past Sunday I went to the contemporary service in the church I attend. First time in quite a while, I’m ashamed to admit. Everything was good until the praise and worship team took over for its part of the service. I couldn’t believe my eyes. One member of the team was actually standing there doing something with a cell phone.
To those of you who know my very strong feelings about the use, misuse and abuse of cell phones, it will come as no surprise that I was in the church office Monday morning.
After hearing the reason for my visit, the music director had a good laugh. Then he tried to explain things to me. I do not understand “cell phone speak” but I think the bottom line was that this person was downloading some kind of an “app” so he could figure out was he was doing and when he was supposed to do it. Maybe my interpretation of this is not accurate, but it sure sounds like what he was saying.
What ever happened to the old concept of reading music?
I left the church office wondering how Beethoven ever wrote the 5th, how the music director’s wife ever learned to play piano the way she does, and how Johnny Cash was ever able to sing “I Walk The Line” without apps to download on their cell phones to tell them how to do it.
Technology, in its place, is a good thing. However, taking it to this context in the church choir loft? I am having a hard time with this concept.
Set in my ways? Yes, I am. Know something? I like me this way.
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