Returning from a week break, I began to prepare for our worship team practice among other things. I decided to rally the troops and call in extras in case my voice did not return in time for Thanksgiving Sunday. After calling a couple of friends and finding out they were going to go home for the Thanksgiving weekend, I decided to leave things as they were. I had done everything in my power to be responsible, the rest was up to God. I wasn’t the first worship leader to sound like a croaky frog recovering from an illness, and I wouldn’t be the last.
I put away the church phone directory and whispered a small prayer of trust to Jesus, then off to the bank to run an errand for our daughter.
As I explained to the teller that I was depositing something for my daughter, she made conversation by asking where my daughter was. Briefly I explained that she was away in another country studying the Bible. The teller beamed and relayed that she had just finished Bible School in a nearby town. I was delighted to hear that the new young woman at our bank was a believer, and newly married. I asked her if they had a home church. In no time we both found out we were attending the same one!
I croaked out that I would be seeing her the next day, as I was leading worship. Excitedly she asked about choir.
“Could it be she liked to sing?” I asked myself.
“Would you be interested in singing on the worship team tomorrow?” I asked without hesitation. In the same spirit, she responded with a jubilant “yes!”.
It never even dawned on me that she might love to sing but not have the ability at all.
“I love hymns!” she chirped.
She didn’t have a problem with the 8:00 a.m. practice either.
I leaned across the counter and said “two strangers in a bank, who’d have thought?”
She leaned in closer too and replied “we’re not strangers anymore.”
I walked out of the bank feeling as if it was meant to be, and do you know why?
Because it was.
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