Praising God Out Loud

I’m not much of a singer. Ok, maybe that is an understatement. I sing about as well as a rooster crowing in an early morning. It’s not a very pretty sound if you ask me (or those who sit next to me in church). But here is the thing, to me that has never mattered. Even when I was a child going to church on Sunday morning, I have enjoyed singing the songs even though I knew I was not making a...