Oftentimes, I wonder. I’ll be in a car and I’ll sing along to a song.
Many times, I am not the only one sitting in the car. There are others and they do not always speak English. However, the music is always in English. Always, exulting the Lord – Jesus.
Those others – they haven’t a clue what they listen to as they sit in the car. To them, the music and the singing must be plain noise in the background.
However, I sit there and wonder. I wonder what they think of the music – specifically, about this music that they cannot understand and another sings along close by.
And then, for a split second, I wish I couldn’t understand in order to know.
I want to hear English, but I don’t want to understand it. I want to hear Greek, but not understand it. I know there are many other languages I do not understand, but there’s something about my own teo languages. I don’t know if they sound pretty – if my ear would enjoy the sound of them, if my tongue could not speak them.