This will no doubt be the most difficult post I have attempted to write. I am reluctant to broach this painful subject for fear that my words will be inadequate to express just how BAD the music is at the Christian Chapel services at Bastrop FSC. We have song books, we have a decent pianist, a piano that’s in tune, and a talented guitarist. It shouldn’t be that hard to make good music. But it is. The microphones are so loud that I can’t hear the piano to know which key we are in. Apparently the singers don’t know the key either. We are so musically inept, we can’t even sing Amazing Grace.

In my life, I’ve been fortunate the sing in some outstanding choral groups led by talented directors. If they could hear this, those still alive would immediately die, then all would in unison roll over in their graves on three. Speaking of three, we have no rhythm either. It reminds me of the first few measures of Led Zeppelin’s “Black Dog” where I can never tell if it’s in 4/4 or 6/8…but in a very bad way.

I’ve heard it said that God loves a joyful noise. That can only be true if God loves a good laugh.