Hymns have always exerted a poignant influence on my spiritual life. When I was a little girl, my mom would lower the hymnal so that I could see it. We would mingle our voices together in praise, and when I lost my place, she would point me in the right direction. In later elementary school, I remember becoming confident enough (as a result of memorization and increasing music literacy skills) to sing the melody while Mom sang the alto part. One time during our Wednesday night church meals, Mom and I were asked to sing before the meal. I can remember it like it was yesterday...I was probably about twelve years old and VERY nervous because I was going to carry the melody by myself. We sang "In My Heart There Rings a Melody" straight from the hymnal, sharing with the church congregation something we had shared in the pew for many years.As I get older, I find that hymns continue to nourish my soul and point me to the Good News of Jesus Christ. They are an integral part of my morning worship time in my car on the way to work. Sometimes in the evenings, my husband and I sing hymns together. Other times, we turn off the TV and play "name that hymn." This involves Seth playing a melody from our hymnal on recorder and me having to come up with the lyrics.
I have experienced some "blogger's block" over the past few weeks and therefore have struggled to find a worthy topic about which to write. Over the past few days, an idea for a series has taken root in my mind and heart. Every week or two, I will be sharing my thoughts on a particular hymn that has pointed me to Christ in a special way. I hope that you will join me on this journey. May God bless you richly as you serve him.
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