Prayers and meditations are not always spoken word. Sometimes they’re silent. Sometimes shouts of laughter. Sometimes the garbled incoherence of our weeping soul. Prayers and meditations are not always communication with God and Jesus, and are instead the expression through our body of our relationship with the world, with the universe, with that which we believe is the center of our being.

I know many people who are not Christians and find great peace… catharsis… exhilaration in singing the old Camp Meeting Hymns. For those folks, the lyrics aren’t as important as the music passing through them. Vibrating through their bones. Lifting emotions from deep in their belly, out their mouth, and into the skies above.

Harmonic singing means that in that great and singular moment, we realize in song that we are not alone in this world. Others around us feel as we do. They seek to pray – with music – and move the sound from deep in here to way out there.

And with the sound, we send out what each of us thinks of in our own understanding as Prayer.

Keep the faith!
- Amen

Pass Me Not, Oh Gentle Savior
lyrics by Frances J. Crosby