Today i decided to go to ward choir practice because i felt i should and they have been trying to get the members to go. When i go there there were approximately... 4 of us in total. Wow, i did not know it was going to be this small. By the time it was done the number had reached a whooping 10 but it still seemed small... Anyway most of us, including myself, were singing very quietly to not stand out and so the director was frustrated because of our small volume. In the bass section there were three of us; me, my home teacher (who is good as long as he can hear our part), and a old senior member.
To be honest i was getting frustrated with our lack of volume too. Then i noticed that the senior brother was hardly able to sing at all. When he talked his volume was soft and when he sang you could not hear him a lot. "Why would he come to choir practice if he couldn't really be heard while singing?" After watching him though for a while it hit me very hard how harsh i was being and i suddenly had a great respect for him. Even though i could not hear him very much, i saw how hard he was trying and that he wanted to help....
It had a great effect on me... i suddenly saw how much he wanted to do all he could to help the choir. Even though he wasn't giving a lot to our volume, he gave everything he had. A great reverence came over me as i left choir practice. He tried, tried his hardest and that is what counted. I now respect that gentleman a great deal and i hope he continues to come to choir practice. He inspires me and in a way, strengthens our choir with his spirit. I hope to get to know him and learn from his example.
It is like that story in the bible of the widows mite. Even though she did not donate a lot to the lord, she donated all she had. That is what i and a lot of us must do in life. Even if we are struggling and don't have much to give, we give all we got. The Lord will make up for the rest... How Wonderful Life Is to Us All...
Sorry if this sounds preachy, i don't mean to be
