Twenty-some years ago I wrote a manuscript called “When Sparrows Sang.” It consisted of memories of singing songs in the churches I attended the first half of my life. Basically relating to hymn singing or southern gospel songs sung by people like me – a sparrow, not a meadowlark or canary and getting paid to sing was unheard of!
This is a snippet of that manuscript. By the way, I warn you that I can be a bit controversial. You might find some mischief in me when I share my snippets from When Sparrows Sang.
Psalm 26:6 David said “…(I) go about your altar, O Lord, proclaiming aloud your praise…” Our church altar was for praising, crying, repenting and for urgent prayer – sometimes even speaking in tongues or groaning in the spirit. The place to lay your heavy burdens down.
While pray-ers prayed, the piano player played. The music wasn’t needed so badly in order to fill up time. The Aunt Mollys in the group were praying and there was no uncomfortable time to fill up. Aunt Molly was a jewel of a pray-er. But as some of the less effective, or more effective as you see it, pray-ers got through praying, they liked to do something to keep the mood going, so they went up to the piano and sang whatever suited the occasion. Songs like I Surrender All – Jesus, Use Me – He Washed My Eyes with Tears – I Am Thine, Oh Lord – I’ll Go Where You Want Me to Go, Dear Lord.
Those were the pre-TV days as I said before here when one let the Lord have more than his allotted hour.