Clap: (v) to applaud
I have spent much of my human journey with two little toes in heaven and the rest of my footage on Earth.
Those two little toes did not go to market. They went to church.
It’s where I sang my first song.
It’s where I met my first girlfriend.
And it’s still one of my favorite spots for spontaneous dozing.
One of the things I discovered about the experience of “church attendance ” is that there is a wide range of opinions on many subjects.
Clapping would be one.
Some churches believe it’s sacrilegious to express appreciation, worship or excitement by striking palms. They find it Biblically and spiritually unsound.
Other churches clap so much that you can’t hear anything else going on. They clap for everything. It’s kind of a “clapping without ceasing.”
As a person who shares his talent in a church, I have to admit to myself that I am also a performer and an artist. (Although I think the word “artist” is overused–even by me.)
As a performer, I do have an ego. Ego is not a bad thing–it’s that little “Nancy-cheerleader” who keeps us from jumping off a cliff just because we had a bad day. (“It might get better tomorrow. Yea, team!”)
When you perform a song, come to the end, and receive silence, it is not golden.
It’s rather moldy.
I’m told I’m supposed to sing to the glory of God. But it was God who said, “Clap your hands, all ye people.”
If you’re afraid I’ll get the big-head if you applaud my efforts, then you should pray for me. Don’t snub me.
Until we understand that the Universe pushes energy one direction and there is supposed to be a push coming back from the other way, or else something is afoul, we may just continue to believe that God is so insecure that He is frustrated with anyone else receiving adequate appreciation for his efforts.
Since I wouldn’t even have lunch with someone who’s cantankerous, I choose to believe that when I perform, God applauds, the angels screech…and the congregation should follow suit.