At church on Sundays, I usually lower my voice an octave so that it blends in with the voices of al the other singing in the pews. I have a lovely voice, a trained voice, but I remember voices that screeched, boomed, or bellowed above every other voice in the congregation. I recall being embarrassed for those who possessed such uncontrollable voices. The jarring notes still resound through me.
Few who meet me would imagine how shy I am. But there are those who know me quite well who have never heard me sing in my normal range, never heard me speak French, don’t know that I really love math. Often it’s very hard for me to share myself, who I am, with others.
And he said to them, “Is a lamp brought in to be put under a bushel, or under a bed, and not on a stand? For there is nothing hid, except to be made manifest; nor is anything secret, except to come to light. If any man has ears to hear, let him hear.” And he said to them, “Take heed what you hear; the measure you give will be the measure you get, and still more will be given you. For to him who has will more be given; and from him who has not, even what he has will be taken away.”(Mark 4:21-25)
The Gospel I read today reminds me, again, that the gifts God has given me are not to be hidden away. That is my goal for 2015, to make sharing all that God has given me a habit. Even if my voice travels into the coloratura range — that’s the voice God has given me. Even if I make occasional errors in pronunciation — how else can I become genuinely fluent? Even if my nerdiness is revealed — I doubt I’ve done a great job hiding it anyway. It’s hot and stuffy under the bushel. Please Lord, teach me to share and shine.