Tonight I went to "Une soirée de louange", otherwise known as an evening of worship, put on by the students of the Bible school. They are trying to raise money for the missions trips they will be taking in just a couple of months. Anyway, the way the whole thing played out just made me laugh. Until tonight, I've considered myself to be pretty open when it comes to music...I'll admit it, I love to blast my music and sing at the top of my longs. But clearly it's not the same type of music that these students like to blast. I decided to draw a little sketch to give you a picture of how it went down.
The first thing that went down was the separation of the young and the old...the young went to front and the old stayed in the back near the safety of their seats and to their great joy, as far away from the blasting music as possible. Yep, that's right, you can see me there at the back.
Then the jumping started. This being in the Pavilion, a building meant to be a meeting place for summer campers, it's floor was not exactly made to last for the next 100 years. In fact, it's made of plywood of some sort. So what we had was about 50 young people jumping in the "Praise Pit". This created the teeter totter effect. I didn't even have to jump. I just got thrown up in the air on the rebound. It was great (except for the part where I began to wonder if the floor could actually survive 50 jumping teenagers)! Just about that point my french teacher came by and together we threw in a little extra bounce - you know, just checking if the floor could handle two more!
Well, although it was loud and more than I could handle in parts, they did slow it down for the old people...plus they sang a lot of English songs too. Oddly enough, I knew more of the French songs than I did the English.
So there it is, I understand how my parents sometimes had a hard time with my music back in the day! Thank goodness, God can hear the intention of hearts and that's probably the music He's really listening to.