By Joe Champouillon: Guest columnist
This is part of a series in which local columnists share their love for music in celebration of “Music in Our Schools Week” at Clovis Municipal Schools.
When I was young and in school, I probably was what everyone thought of as the typical male athlete, only interested in what it would take to further myself in sports.
Music was the last thing on my mind.
The years that I could have taken advantage of singing in choir or learning to play an instrument were lost.
Today, I wish I had learned earlier how to read music so that when a choir director says to the tenors, “that should be a C,” it’s not just the third letter in the alphabet to me.
Music means a great deal to me today. When I became a Christian, God gave me the desire to sing in the church choir and became a part of a small choir. When I moved to Clovis and joined Central Baptist Church, I discovered what a great choir they had. Not having a trained voice or being able to read music, I felt inadequate to join the choir.
After a few months, the desire to sing overcame my inadequate feelings. The first time I went to choir practice, I met a man whom I would call my greatest friend and mentor, Robert Linville. He could tell I felt uncomfortable being there and encouraged me to come back. He promised if I would, he would always stand by me and sing with me. He taught me that God gives us a song in our heart and that everyone can sing. They just may not be able to sing well.
I love to sing now and when I feel inadequate to say the things I want to say to God in my prayer life, I can say it in a song. Christian artists have been inspired to write songs that I can sing to God and express the things I really want to tell him.
In my life, I finally discovered that singing is not a performance, it is worshipping my God.
Joe Champouillon is the manager of Steed-Todd Funeral Home.