It Is Well With My Soul
Garrison Keillor once joked, “You know you are a Methodist if when you watch Star Wars and they say 'May the Force be with you,' you instinctively respond 'And also with you.’”
Methodists love direction. We don’t like to stand out too much. We love food, and we love music. Apart from the few who raise their arms in the air during church, Methodists aren’t much for unplanned shows of exuberance. We sing, but we usually sing quietly.
That’s what made Sunday morning such an anomaly.
A Methodist church congregation so loved singing “Holy, Holy, Holy,” that it burst into gratifying applause at the end of the hymn.
Maybe it was the break in the clouds and rain that beautiful Sunday morning. Maybe it was the collective sound of so many voices singing together. Perhaps it was the recognition and comfort of singing an old, familiar hymn rather than one of those unfamiliar contemporary ones. Maybe it was the jazz band, organ AND full orchestra. Or perhaps it was the innocence and exuberance of the youth group that started the service, dancing and singing, shaking shoulders and clapping to the soundtrack of their faith.
Some things just do not cease to amaze. Music. Cymbals. Perfect weather. Dew soaked grass shining in the morning sun. Youth. Faith.
In a world of conflict, a congregation gathered and clapped in pleasure after it sang together.
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty.
It Is Well. It Is Well With My Soul.