A Musical Time Warp
Bible College Reunion Time. It’s great for dredging up nostalgic emotions, and reminding you how old you’ve gotten at the same time. I wandered around same historic campus. Ate breakfast at the same round tables in the cafeteria. And reminisced about the good old days galore. But one of my favorite parts was an impromptu exercise when the classes from different decades each sang a song that represented their era.As well as I can remember, the Sixties & Seventies graduates went first with the traditional school song. The Eighties sang something I don’t remember (Sorry!). The Nineties clowned around, holding up a lit cell phone while they sang “Your Grace and Mercy.” Then it was our turn. We new millennium babies had the works with funky sounding piano chords, string-popping bass riffs, and uncoordinated choreography. It was a hilarious, beautiful mess. The audience was “blessed” with my keyboard skills during this exercise, and here I thought I had left the dreaded duty of playing in Chapel far behind me. To all who had to listen that day, I sincerely apologize.
Now this is the time where I could draw out some moral lesson of how you can worship God, no matter what the style or musical ability, but that’s not really my point. In fact, I’m not sure I have a point. The truth is we were having fun. Messing around. And certainly not trying to touch anyone’s heart with our songs. But in the midst of all that clowning, I think a lot of hearts were touched – at least mine was. One of the best side effects of music is that it often acts as a time machine, instantly transporting us to happy memories of the past with the use of a few familiar notes. My brain lost any worthwhile recollection of algebraic formulas and the table of elements a long time ago, but I can still sing you many tunes from High School Chorus (some even in Latin). There are countless little ditties packed inside my cranium, and, though sometimes annoying, I want them all to stay right where they are. Each song has a memory attached, and I’m grateful for the emotional nudge it gives me that brings a smile to my face, and helps me feel like a kid again.


