In 1983, when I was on a tour of Israel, everyone on the bus was given a tape of Israeli music. I love singing and the music, being in a minor key, has a wonderful, haunting sound.
I listened to that tape until I had all the songs memorized. I'm sure that I wasn't pronouncing all the Hebrew words correctly, but it was okay because no one I hung around with would know the difference.
Then, some years later, I married a man raised as a Jew but converted to Christianity. Now and again, we go to family events like bar and bat mitzvahs. The ceremony reminds me of a traditional church service. There is a section that resembles a liturgy followed by scripture readings and a sermon.
Much to my amazement, when the congregation started singing, I recognized the songs. I'd spent years learning the same music from the Israeli tapes. God prepared me for my husband's family. Not one of them understood how I knew the words to the songs they sang in synagogue. I have to admit - I felt much more at home with them once I found out I could share their worship.
I wonder sometimes just how old those songs are. Might they be old enough that Jesus would have sung them when He went to service?
Thanks for visiting with me.
Kathi