Saturday, April 14, 2012

In Sync

"But now hath God set the members every one of them in the body, as it hath pleased Him."
I Corinthians 12:18 (KJV)

I love the times when there are musicians gathered in our home playing the old songs, singing harmony, and keeping in perfect time...by voice and by instrument..
I love how we all give way for each other, when we come to a new verse in the song.
Bluegrass pickers are just that way.
It is kind of an understood, unspoken rule...that is never broken.
The mandolin picker will nod to the banjo picker...as if to say, "You take the next verse."


The banjo picker will take off playing lead.
It's his moment to shine.
He enjoys it immensely.


Then he nods to the guitar player.
The guitarist takes off, doing his thing, making it ring.


Then the dobro player.
Then the fiddle.

Then the duclimer.
Back to the banjo...and the guitar....not necessarily in any particular order.


While the person is playing the lead, all of the other instruments play along....playing rhythm....in the background...giving consenting, respectful space...for the lead player.  


Their job, during those moments, is to compliment the lead player.
To make him sound even better.
To support him...adding a lick here and there...to boost his efforts.


While the banjo picker is having his moment, the dobro player doesn't sulk.
He doesn't pout that it isn't his moment in the sun.
He does his best to add without overpowering....the one in the lead.
He knows his turn will come.  
He doesn't have to have the spotlight....right now....or all the time.

In order for the sound to be right, they must band together.
They must become one, undivided unit.
For the sake of the whole.

The result?  A unified melody that becomes a song.

There are those who can play multiple instruments and they bounce from one to the other, as the evening progresses.  They can pick one up and take off on it, put it down, pick up another and play it with the same skill and precision...flowing seemingly effortlessly.
Usually, that is the exception and not the norm.
Many times, the fiddle player can't play the guitar.
The bass player wouldn't know the first chord on the fiddle.
The banjo player only knows his banjo.
But, he knows it intimately.
And he plays it with all his heart.

What if the guitarist said, "I want to play the banjo.  And because I can't play it like him, I'm just not going to play any instrument....at all.  I quit."  
What if he got frustrated, packed his guitar in its case, and went home?
Who would play the guitar?

You can't have a bluegrass band without a guitar.  
It adds its own distinctive sound.  It is a part of the definition of bluegrass.
What would it be without it?

Are you seeing the correlation to anything?
Shouldn't we learn from the bluegrass pickers?
Don't they teach a valuable lesson to the body of Christ?

We can't all be great singers...or preachers...or teachers....or deacons.
Some of us can do only one thing.
Others seem to be able to do several things, with no struggle at all....going from one duty to another, seemingly effortlessly.

But, all of us...every, single one of us...can do something.
What if because I can't do something as well as someone else, I decide to not do anything at all.
I just throw in the towel, pack up my belongings, and go home?

My place would be vacant.
My spot unfilled.
My job undone.

Remember the disciples in the Upper Room?  Acts 2:1 says, "...they were all with one accord in one place."
They all had one common goal.
Their prayers were going up as one man's prayer.
Like sweet-sounding, music, blending and ascending to the ears of God.

Not every one can lead....all the time.
But, we can all work in a synchronized effort, pull together, and do our individual part....
 to support the One Who is leading.




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