I am my ward's choir director. I say that with a fair amount of shame and a healthy dose of embarressment. When I was given the calling, I looked at the bishopric member who was asking me and actally said out loud "Do you WANT me to go inactive?" Nonetheless, I accepted the calling and led the choir. The bishopric requested we have a song prepared for ward conference and since the theme was missionary work I chose "I'll Go Where You Want Me to Go
" as our hymn of choice. It's a pretty simple straight forward hymn. Nothing that any normal singer couldn't handel. I wasn't looking for this to be a mini-MoTab's, I was just looking for us to not skwak out the tune. I had faith in my singers. But what shocked me the most was that my singers who VOLENTEERED to be in the choir had no faith in themselves or thier singing ability. They were a rather disheartening lot, let me just tell you. I had arranged the hymn so some of the lines would be sung as a solo in the various foreign languages the peeps in my ward are fluent in. Getting people to committ to singing a solo was similar to getting people to give up their first born child. It was nearly impossible. I asked what the deal was, and finally one of the hesitant choir members said, "Well... it's embarrassing." I was flabbergasted. You are IN a CHOIR. You are singing IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CONGRAGATION ANYWAY! What the heck is the big deal? But apparently, it IS a big deal. So I came up with a motto for my choir... a motto that I told them to live by. IF YOU CAN'T SING GOOD - SING LOUD.
I've threatened to make t-shirts that say this very thing, but I doubt that will come to fruition. Nonetheless, it's something I believe in. I believe in singing, I believe that a song really is a prayer of the heart, I belive that it doesn't matter one bit if you're the worlds greatest singer or squak like Skuttle, what matters is that you allow your heart to be touched, and allow others to be touched. There are times I'm sitting in sacrament meeting, having had a horrible morning, a horrible week, a horrible month and the words of the hymn that was randomly chosen by someone will move me, touch me so deeply that I can't help but weep. My advise to any and all is to forget what you sound like, stop worrying if you're hitting the right note or not, and just sing... sing and MEAN IT. It can change you. I know it has changed me.