Maybe it doesn’t translate to text so well.
I started humming it and then realized that in our living room we had, temporarily, a set of choir chimes. Choir chimes are what they have for kids to play when they don’t trust the kids with handbells. They sound a lot like bells, unless you compare them to bells.
I opened the case and started asking Hope what the notes were. She just happened to have the music and pulled out the three chimes we needed to play the first four notes. She took two. I took one. It sounded cool.
Then she handed me another and then we got Nancy and gave her two chimes and we tried to play. My part was too confusing, partially because I had never tried to actually play as part of music before. So I took Hope’s chimes.
Right left right hope. right left right hope. That’s how the notes go.
But I kept trying to do it myself. I would play right left right left. Wrong. I would play right left right and then point. But when you point with a chime, it rings.
I discovered that as much as I wanted to play the music, as much as I heard it in my head, I couldn’t do it myself.
We couldn’t do it together either. We didn’t have all the music. But we laughed and we sometimes got eight notes in a row.
If you are playing choir chimes, you can’t get music if you do it yourself.
I think that’s what community is for. I think that’s how church is intended to be. I think that people are actually made to get the music by choosing to not play everyone else’s part but to play their part well, together.