I try... I fail miserably, but I try to truly sing the words during our home fellowship. To not sing with the mouth only, but with the heart.
Sometimes this resolve pays off wonderfully, as I learn to praise God.
Other times, I find I must not sing. Or cannot.
This last Sunday, I had a little episode of the latter.
I sung the first verse of "America the Beautiful" automatically. And then woke up. As in, woke up from the automatism we fall so easily into.
What is this I'm singing?
A sentimental hymn about America? During church?
It felt like idolatry.
I wondered if any of the early Christians sung hymns like "Rome the Beautiful."
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