My Elective in Musical Outreach

Microphone07 As my first year of seminary drew to a close, my friends and I decided that we needed to commemorate our survival of a particularly difficult class.  We kicked around several ideas, and ultimately we voted to raise a glass and take in the vocal stylings of some local “talent.”  In other words, we were going to a neighborhood dive for karaoke night.

That was a Wednesday night in May 2000, and for the next two years I was a weekly fixture for karaoke unless I was out of town.  Stomach bug?  I’d take my saltines with me.  Paper due at 8:00 the next morning?  I’d get it done ahead of time.  I joked that karaoke was my spiritual discipline.  At the least, it was a sacred ritual.  At first glance, my devotion was out of character for me.  For one, I never have been a partier.  I am actually an extreme introvert.  And I am not a singer, not in the car when others are with me, not even in a choir, where my flat voice would be drowned out by much more ear-pleasing ones.  For goodness’ sake, as a child I lip synced for the elementary school talent show.

Yet the elbows of trusted friends convinced me to pick up the mic that first night, and I guess you could say I caught the fever (The Spirit blows where it wills…).  After a few weeks the DJ started choosing songs for me, and I would occasionally get requests to sing someone’s favorite number.  This was due to my willingness to put a little hip into the routine, not to a miraculous shoring up of my voice.  I had a signature song and competed in monthly contests.  I was part of a community of regulars who encouraged my dramatic side.  I enjoyed a “Norm!” moment every week when I walked into that hallowed space.

As crazy as it sounds, I believe that my karaoke experience has made me a better pastor.  I learned about presence and being comfortable with myself in front of a crowd, which I am every week in worship.  I got used to the pitch and drawl of my young, female voice – amplified – which is a big help in preaching.  I finally learned how to stop and take care of myself, even when there were more books to be read and papers to write, because I loved the atmosphere and the music (I need to be that diligent about carving out time for myself now!).

But more than these things, I began to develop a practical theology of “home,” which for me is not a place but a people with whom you can be your whole self and still be loved.  It was at karaoke that I learned to integrate the pastor-in-training and the “real person.”  The regulars would ask me a spiritual question one moment and send me up on stage to sing Meatloaf the next.  Members of my mentoring committee for ordination, wanting to know more about me as a human being, requested permission to join me for karaoke one Wednesday.  Their positive response to that field trip reaffirmed that my fun side was an important part of my ministry, not a secret alter ego.  That meant I needed to find a place to serve - to call my spiritual home - that embraced my inner diva.

Not only did I get a better sense of what home means to me, I learned what it looks like for others as I met and came to care about men and women of every stripe.  As we grew to know and be known by each other, it started to click why the people in church pews are so eager to find home.  It’s soul-nourishing.  It gives us the energy and courage to make our mark in a sometimes-hostile world.  My experience of community also helped me grasp why there is such grief when home is ripped out from underneath us by circumstance, why many spend so much time looking for the road back to a home that no longer exists. 

Though I am now retired from my karaoke career, those two years behind the mic hold a key to my understanding of my role as pastor.  They showed me that the church should be a place where people find home, where they are able to bring their deepest vulnerabilities and hopes to a community that bears them up.  That cheers for them and kicks them in the pants to use their gifts.  That gives them hugs when they limp in at the end of a particularly discouraging day.  In our freedom to be real with each other and God we can begin to find wholeness.  We can see the first rays of the kingdom of God seeping in. 

But first things first: the church has to be a safe space to risk the encounter.  That's where my job comes in.  I swing those loving elbows of challenge and encouragement like my friends did that first karaoke night.  I hold hands, give high-fives, and put my arms around shoulders.  I listen to the questions, and sometimes I give voice to them when no one else will.  And then, whether we are dancing or mourning, we open our hymnals and join in the sacred ritual of worshiping God in song.

Comments

Clearly, I must research DC area karaoke options. This is something I must see (and a spiritual discipline I must practice!)

What a wonderful story! I've always been too chicken to try karaoke. I love that it helped you so much to find your "voice". Whod've thunk?

Some of my favorite memories from seminary are of Laura singing karaoke as a solo artist or as part of a duo.

I found the biggest relief, after spending a long day in class and a few hours in my youth director's position, in listening to the singing unfold. Thanks Laura for letting your voice give me some needed relaxation!

Singing can definitely help a preaching voice. I took voice lessons to accomplish the same thing.

It's amazing how karaoke creates community in lots of ways. There is a love of the music and interweaving of people that happens regardless of ability or genre choice. I love how you connected it with your church work.
As you saw in the new karaoke hangout with your old crew a few weeks ago, I feel much more part of my community, I know more of my neighbors from all walks of life, and I'm delighted that we now share so much more than a zip code.
You're always welcome to come back and be a star!

Laura, I love how you understand these two callings of yours as an integrated whole. I find it so important to be myself outside the church sometimes but don't feel the need to shed my pastoral identity at the same time. Great article!

If Susan needs company to a D.C. karaoke bar count me in!

Laura, Thanks for a great article about integrating real self with our pastoral self!!

Laura,

What a fantastic, fun theological reflection.

"This was due to my willingness to put a little hip into the routine, not to a miraculous shoring up of my voice."

LOL, particularly given how quiet you initially appear.

What a great article, Fancy; you didn't let us down!

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