#Alone December 18
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When I was in 5th grade attending a Catholic Grade School, there was a tradition that the 5th grade class would perform on Christmas Eve. I am not a gifted singer.
There was a nun leading our 5th grade choir. On the second day of practice while we were singing Joy To The World I was informed my voice was horrible. From that point on when the class would practice I sat ALONE in our classroom.
That rejection still stings and it produced a fear of singing out loud. I avoided that fear for the past five decades by never singing out loud. Every school day in December as a ten year old boy I sat ALONE in the class while others went to choir practice. I was left by myself with the emotion of rejection.
Last week I decided that those fears were not logical. I have to admit I was feeling a nudge from God to put that emotional episode of my childhood behind me. I started singing with my granddaughter.
I then made a decision to get out of my comfort zone and face my fears of singing last week. I joined my wife and four other gifted vocalists from my church to perform Christmas carols. The six of us went to four homes and sang 3-4 carols at each residence.
We went to sing to members of our congregation that are shut-ins or lived ALONE. I stood in the back, didn’t sing loud, avoided the high notes, but I did sing. In confronting my fear I came to a conclusion, I am not a good singer but the fear of singing was far worse than my actual voice.
It was at the second house we went to that I received an unexpected gift. The woman was a widow age ninety-four who lived ALONE. She said something after we finished singing “We Wish You A Merry Christmas” that left me awestruck.
She told us all; I live ALONE but I am not ALONE. I get to walk with God everyday.
Sometimes we all make a mistake of living ALONE with our fears. It took me a long time to realize that won’t bring Joy To The World or more importantly joy to me.
Dan, that story breaks my heart. Teachers and adults do not realize the lasting hurts they convey by breaking kids spirits. A broken spirit is hard to heal. So glad you went out of your comfort zone and sang out loud! Joy to the world and joy to the coach for taking a chance.
Thanks you are so right. Every child is one caring adult away from being a success story-Josh Shipp