Well, I wasn't leading congregational singing at the time. I was singing a solo. My cousin's wife had given me a wild cherry LifeSaver just before going up on the platform. In the middle of my song I started salivating profusely and had to swallow hard (the big slurp and gulp). I cracked up and couldn't continue.

I went back and sat down next to my Mom. Her encouraging words to me were (and I quote), "Well, I guess you're human after all."

Thanks, Mom!

One bright Sunday, the choir was preparing a rousing song. The soloist came ready to “sing her heart out”! Expectantly she was dressed modestly for church but her hair was especially stunning. Later during the service, I found out why!
I was at the ready, seated at the piano to accompany the choir at the piano. The soloist took the microphone and off we went. While accompanying the choir, I would close my eyes. On this particular occasion, my attention should have been elsewhere. The song was upbeat and exciting. I could tell that both the choir and the congregation were really getting into the message of the song. As the song neared its conclusion, a roar rose from the congregation. This was nothing new, but something told me to look up. My glance to the other side of the platform revealed what I initially believed was a puppy. It was not! It was the soloists wig! Understanding flooded my mind. As she sang, the weave heaved! Being the consummate professional, though embarrassed, she did not stop or miss a beat. When she had sung her last note, she coolly walked over to the pile of store-bought hair, cradled it in her arms and walked off.
I recall another occasion. It is common to see someone dance during worship or while the choir sang at that church. In fact, exuberant expressions of worship were encouraged.
On one memorable Sunday, during a choir song, I remember watching a soloist was “busting a move”. Physics was not one of my strong classes in high school, but I did learn that a movement by one object could cause another to shift. The soloist had mobility as she sang into a cordless microphone. Gradually and gracefully, she danced behind the piano. I motioned to her because I was concerned no one could see her. That apparently was her idea. Her slip had fallen to her ankles. She smiled and giggled as she left the platform. As I recall the title of the song that she and the choir were singing at the great unveiling was, “I can go to God in prayer”!
Women are not alone in experiencing the spotlights unrepentant attention. Men can and have felt the chill of embarrassment while serving in song.
It was during the first service held in the newly built church. There was excitement, joy and great expectation that bubbled on the faces of those in attendance. Since it was a very special event in the life of the church and choir, the men wore, rented formals and the women dressed in a new bright summer dress topped with a corsage. The sight of the choir was stunning. Faith and expectation at God’s purposes filled the air. Anything could have happened that night. Mighty acts of God would not have surprised us. What happened certainly did!
One of the tenor soloists could really “get up there”. His lyrical voice swooned even the dullest ear. So moved was he that he began to hop up and down. On one of the times that his feet hit the ground, so did his pants. The tuxedo did not hold him. With one hand on the microphone and one securing his outer garment, he finished the song triumphantly.
Each of these stories illustrate that we are subject to life situations. Knowing Christ Jesus as Saviour, does not keep our pants up, our wigs on, or our slips from slipping. Rather, knowing Jesus gives us the courage and joy as we pick up our pants, dust off our wigs and secure our slips while singing His praises!