I grew up hating music. As I child, my parents enrolled me in piano lessons but on numerous occasions I literally cried out of frustration while pounding the key board (needless to say, my budding piano career ended pronto!). In school, my lowest grades were in music and the arts. Even worse, singing was something I thought my voice was not made for.
But as I grew older things began to change. As a teenager, I discovered the guitar with friends and begun strumming with them (not really good but I was finally making some music!). Then I discovered pop music just like any love-struck teenager. Later on, my brother introduced me to classical music and I finally found my real love. Now more than 30 years later, my spirits still soar as I listen to Vivaldi, Bach and Mozart.
When I turned 40, I took up violin lessons, my most ambitious love affair with music yet. I am sure the neighbors were aghast but I couldn’t resist the chance to finally play some of the classical music I listen to. After about a year of lessons from two teachers (one of whom was young enough to be my son), I can play some decent pieces (our neighbors may have a different opinion though).
More importantly, when I became a Christian, I started signing hymns during worship services. Music elevates worship and allows our emotion to be part of praising God. They help express our deepest longings and thanksgiving to God.
So I look back, I realize that over the years, I have grown to love music.
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