Monday, April 23, 2012
Song of the church
This song cracks me up.
Now I know there’s a good bit of sincerity here, but there is something about it that just plain tickles me.
With that said, here is my readiest recollection of how I came to “own” this piece of a cappella sheet music:
One fine Sunday, our youth group took a road trip to conduct a worship service for a small country congregation.* We were a group of boys with Bibles in hands, ready to lead a prayer or a song, or—for three or four of us—ready to deliver a five-minute lesson. A bunch of girls came along for the ride, ready to sing like angels and to mix in with the typically-older locals we would see there.**
And we arrived at the tiny building about 30 minutes too early, because we always allowed enough time just in case we had a flat tire on the van or if someone happened to throw up or something. And I sat down in one of the pews and began thumbing through the hymnal to kill some time. Then … I … saw … it. Song #1. “The Church of Christ.”
What in the world?
I showed it to a few other guys, and we had a good laugh. It was as if we’d been on a 17-year journey together, and we’d just discovered there’d been a theme song for us all along. It reminded me of the verse in Romans that people quoted from time to time or that sometimes appeared on the back of bulletins: “The churches of Christ salute you.” But, for some reason, Mr. Crum’s song hadn’t received quite as much acclaim.
I had never seen it before. I thought I might never see it again. I had to have it.
And the song was all mine.
* There are—or at least there used to be—a million of these smaller churches in Arkansas, and I have many warm memories of attending them.
** Actually, now that I think about it, the girls would have been great at the praying and song-leading and other stuff, but that is a conversation for another day.