In many languages—like the Slavic tongues—the word for church and the word for choir are the same. That says something.
From the very beginning, God’s people have been a people who sing. There’s the song of Moses by the sea (Exodus 15), the song of Deborah on the battlefield (Judges 5), the songbook of the Psalms, and Mary’s Magnificat (Luke 1:46–55). Long before microphones or praise bands, before projection screens and mood lighting, the church lifted up its voice. Ordinary people—young and old, rich and poor—gathered and sang. From memory. From the heart. From faith. And we still sing.
We’re committed to simple worship, not emotional manipulation. The tradition ties us to the past. The term a cappella means, in fact, “in the style of the chapel,” because for the first six centuries of Christian worship, unaccompanied singing was the rule. For some, it’s a deep conviction. For others, a comforting habit. For all of us, it’s a shared tradition—a way we worship together.
We sing because the early church sang. Jesus sang with his disciples the night before the cross (Mark 14:26). Paul and Silas sang in prison (Acts 16:25), just as their Lord had done in the upper room. And when we sing, we’re walking in their footsteps. Without a bass line or drum crash, you might hear a sour note or feel the tempo drag. But these are our voices. And together, they form a living, breathing offering to God—a sacrifice of praise (Hebrews 13:15). Each of us participates and not merely spectates.
This kind of worship belongs to everyone: farmers and nurses, military officers and students, government officials and widows, new believers and seasoned saints. No auditions. No solos. Just voices—imperfect, layered, full of life. After all, Paul tells the church to “speak to one another with psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs” (Ephesians 5:19). We still think that’s a good idea.
We know the world has other sounds. That’s fine. But when we gather, we sing. And we’ll keep singing—as long as we have breath.
We sing. “Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.” —Psalm 150:6
Maranatha,
Jordy
