During
seminary around 1990, I served a Louisville ,
KY church as Associate Minister
of Music. In addition, I had some Children's Ministry responsibilities that
included assisting our on-the-ball Children's Sunday School Department director
with her annual 2-day educational/fun trip for older children.
One summer
her itinerary included a tour of Kentucky 's Mammoth Cave . Our group of 30 or so gathered
with about 70 other tourists for the historic tour of this national landmark.
As everyone
began the descent down the long stairway into the massive rotunda, I covered
the rear flank, rounding up any stray children from our group.
A friendly
Assistant Park Ranger fell in step with me as we followed everyone down the
narrow staircase. He began asking questions about our group, and at some point
I mentioned that I was a seminary music student.
He
immediately said, "Oh! Would you like to sing in the cave?" Oddly
embarrassed, I quickly blurted, "No!", and we moved on to other
conversation.
The Senior
Ranger had already begun his narrative as we reached the bottom of the stairs.
I quietly found my group and edged into the crowd, forgetting all about the
Assistant Ranger. This was my first tour of the cave as an adult, so I became
really engrossed in its history as an ammunitions warehouse and later as a
tuberculosis hospital.
The Senior
Ranger soon began telling a wonderful story about the gigantic "Methodist Church " boulder prominently
featured in the rotunda. Long ago, a congregation used to gather in the cave
for Sunday worship services, and the preacher would stand atop the boulder to
deliver his sermons. No microphone needed, for sure.
As the
Senior Ranger wrapped up his presentation, I noticed that the Assistant Ranger
had circled down to the front. He leaned over to interrupt his boss, whispering
something in his ear.
A moment
later, the Senior Ranger announced, "I understand someone wants to
sing." At first I looked around to see who it was, but after what seemed a
long silence, one of the children poked me in the side, and I suddenly realized
he was talking about me!
Within a
split second, my thoughts moved from "How embarrassing!" to "I'm
gonna git that Assistant Ranger!" to "Oh, my, what song would be
appropriate?"
An instant
later I thought of a hymn I had memorized as a child. I quickly reviewed the
lyrics in my head. Then as the crowd stood silently, I inhaled deeply and began
to sing a cappella:
"Rock
of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee…"
My
self-consciousness quickly evaporated as I relished the experience of singing
inside that wonderfully acoustical, historic landmark. I'm sure the notes are
still resonating somewhere deep within the cave.
Afterwards,
as we continued on the tour, I thought to myself, "You just never know
when you're going to have an opportunity to do something special for God!"
We all prepare
ourselves for God's service every time we fill ourselves with "spiritual
things": Learning songs of the faith. Memorizing scripture. Praying. Reading books and
articles about discipleship and Christianity. Discussing matters of faith with
friends and family.
Observing
master teachers and engaging ministry mentors. Taking seminary classes.
Studying to teach Sunday School or Vacation
Bible School .
Practicing conducting or sermon delivery or…the list goes on and on.
Then
suddenly, God puts a new opportunity right in front of us. And we discover
we're ready!
Unknowingly,
we've been preparing for this "God moment" all along. We are amazed
at how the Spirit has been at work in our lives.
All that
remains now is for us to step forward boldly with a resounding "Yes!"
See you in worship this Sunday - Naomi