KnoxCAM visited Northeast Correctional Institute in Mountain City this past Saturday. We faced some challenges leading up to the trip, including the last-minute loss of our scheduled speaker and an actor who came down with a stomach virus on the morning of the concert. Similar challenges occurred before this concert last year. We think God is working mightily at Northeast! And, as last year, He met us every step of the way. He is greater than any arrows the enemy tries to hurl at us!

I learned (or relearned) a humbling lesson at the KnoxCAM concert at the women’s prison in Nashville last Saturday.

During the concert I felt distracted by changes in the orchestra sound due to the absence of a member who had to work; and by the challenges of keeping us all together in a gym full of echoes. I made some silly conducting mistakes that I fervently hoped wouldn’t confuse the orchestra (our excellent players kept up just fine, despite my errors).  I felt a general sense of disconnection, observing what was happening rather than entering into the emotional “flow” of the concert, and wondering if I was a hypocrite for conducting what I wasn’t feeling.  When it was over I prayed, “Thank you, Lord, for getting us through this one.”

I was glad to sit down and hear soprano and Lutheran pastor Ingrid bring a message to the women, a message full of God’s grace and peace.  Our concert and her message were about the birth of Christ; I felt the holy quiet of Christmas Eve descend on the room as she spoke.  It was utterly silent, the women utterly still, their eyes locked on her.  Three women came forward at the end to re-commit their lives to Christ.  Ingrid prayed with them while the prison chaplain prayed FOR them and the rest of the women.

The first KnoxCAM member I saw afterwards was Marti, a handbell player.  She said, “Well, I think that was one of our best ones ever.”  I thought, “Really??”  I was genuinely surprised but thankful her impression was different than mine.

Our bell director Paula said, “I can always tell how things are going by the way you look; and you looked so joyful.  This was a spine-tingler for me.”  Joe, another bell player, said, “The actors brought tears to my eyes today.”  Sam our cellist said, “I’m always worn out after a concert, and it’s not from physical exertion.  I think it’s from the intensity of the emotion and concentration.”  David, a singer, said some generous things about the way he felt me communicating with the choir, ending with, “You are FOR us.”  (I again wondered if I were a hypocrite.)

The Chaplain spoke with enthusiasm and thankfulness about how quiet and attentive the women were.  Two of the prisoners who helped us set up (and served us homemade strawberry bread and blueberry muffins baked by women in the prison culinary arts program) told us how the women whose cells face the gym watch all morning for our coming:  they watch us trundle in our truckload of equipment; they watch us troop across the courtyard like a large flock of blue and black birds.  They say their first blessing is just seeing us arrive and knowing we have come for THEM.  (Out of 600 inmates who are eligible to receive visitors, we were told only 45 have people who visit them regularly.  Heartbreaking!)  The new warden, who has only been there a week, took group photos to post on the Department of Corrections website.

Everyone seemed thrilled with the concert – except me.  I didn’t think we had done a poor job.  I actually thought we had done a good job (from a technical standpoint); it just wasn’t “good” for me emotionally.  As we were leaving, I said to the group, “This was a harder concert for me; I’m glad the way God works doesn’t depend on the way we feel.”

On the way home I thought about all that had happened, and I was suddenly brought up very short by the painful recognition of my own self-centeredness.  (Perhaps you will say I am still dwelling on myself by even writing this article, and perhaps you will be right, I don’t know.)  Despite what I had said to the group about God’s work not depending on our feelings, I was in fact measuring the “success” of the concert by my own perceptions. I sensed God saying to me, “It’s not your job to convey how you are feeling; it’s your JOB to convey the meaning of the music to the group.  It’s a wonderful gift if you are also feeling as joyful as the story, but really, how you are feeling has nothing to do with it.  Will I be enough for you, even if you don’t feel that wonderful emotional flow?”  I KNOW this – but how easily I forget!  Forgive me, Lord, and thank you for reminding me!

David had said, “You are FOR us.” (Humbling, humbling – I ALWAYS want to be FOR the group, but I had focused on myself instead, even wondering if I were a hypocrite – insidious lies of Satan.)

I think the reverse of what happened to me can also be true:  we can assume God is working through a given concert if we feel good about it.  The truth is, it’s always dangerous to judge by our own emotions; our job is to create a concert that will resonate with the prisoners, to prepare ourselves and perform to the best of our ability, and then humbly to recognize that GOD is the one who does the work and is in charge of results.

And we do see Him working:  in the rapt attention of the prisoners; in the men and women who recommit themselves to Christ or trust Him for the first time; in the letters of thanksgiving and testimony we receive afterwards; in the positive feedback from chaplains and wardens; in the invitations to return again and again.

As I re-read what I have written, I am struck by how often I have talked about the concept of being “for” others:  the women are so excited that someone is coming into the prison “for” them, and they are “for” us by treating us as honored guests; the chaplain prayed “for” all the women in attendance; God, through David and others, reminded me again that my job as conductor is to be “for” the group.

This is a beautiful lesson for all of us.  My prayer for us is that we will ALL be FOR each other, not dwelling on our own feelings, but rather on this holy story we have the privilege of telling; and on encouraging each other every moment to boldly proclaim that message; not trusting or judging by our own feelings – or even mistakes – but with joyful desperation totally ENTRUSTING ourselves to God alone to do His work.

All of us in KnoxCAM were very aware of God’s presence at our concert at Northeast Prison in January.  Since that concert, I have been pondering why we were so aware of Him on that occasion while being less aware on some other occasions.  I think He is always present where Christians have gathered and earnestly and humbly desire to worship Him; if we don’t always notice His presence, perhaps it’s because we haven’t intentionally attuned our hearts and spirits to the idea of “expectancy” – of expecting Him to show up and work.

Not expectancy in the sense that I used to say to our daughter when she was in middle school, “I expect you to have your room cleaned up by the time I get back from the grocery store!”  Rather, in the sense my husband and I have now that she is an adult living in another city:  when we know we are going to see her soon, we are full of eager anticipation and expectancy about the sheer joy of being with her again.

Our clarinetist, Hal, shared with one of his friends the many challenges we faced leading up to our Northeast visit and the strong presence of the Holy Spirit we and the men present that evening experienced during our concert there.  His friend said, “It’s because you were desperate.  You knew you had to depend on God.”

Before our concert last weekend at the Bledsoe Prison men’s units, we prayed that God would fill us with the “joyful desperation” of utter dependence on Him to share His message of love and salvation with the prisoners there; and that we would notice how He was working.  We were as excited as children to see what He would do.  He was there, and we knew it because we were focused on Him.  We worked as one, unified throughout the concert by His Spirit.  Those who could see the faces of the men in attendance said they sat in rapt attention, some with tears streaming down their cheeks.  Many stood afterward to rededicate their lives to Christ or to trust Him for the very first time.

A young prisoner said to me after the concert, “You all do more than you know.  You lifted hate from my heart tonight.”  I don’t know his story, probably never will.  I do know that GOD did more than we knew that night, working in the hearts of these men in ways we will learn about with joy when we all reach heaven.  We returned home rejoicing with hearts full of thanksgiving over His working.

As we intentionally cultivate an attitude of joyful expectancy and desperation, we enter a beautiful circle of anticipation, participation, noticing, rejoicing with thanksgiving, returning finally to anticipation of the next time.

It’s easy this time of year, when we are doing the same concert for the sixth or seventh time, in a prison we have visited many times, to be tempted into complacency by the familiarity of it all.  May God forgive us when we give in to such temptation!  Every time is a new opportunity for Him to work in us and through us and in the hearts of the men and women we serve.  May He continually renew our joyful desperation to proclaim Christ as we intentionally wait in eager expectation of what He will do!

Yesterday I had the joy of seeing Harry once again take joy in singing.

Harry is one of the older baritones in the KnoxCAM Choir.  He has an unusually beautiful voice, one of the most beautiful I have ever heard.  But he approached me last week saying he was feeling discouraged, that his voice just wasn’t like it used to be, that he didn’t like his vibrato or the way his voice sounded.  He was considering not continuing to sing.  I asked him to come for a lesson and let me hear what was bothering him.

Harry is a delightful man.  He is kind, he talks easily, he has a big smile for everyone.  He is very active physically and loves to be outside.  He didn’t start singing until he was 35, at which time he began studying voice and doing choral and solo work in community choirs.  He sings on a very skilled level, and he knows the vocabulary of the voice.  He is a quick student, immediately able to relate things I suggested to things he had learned from previous teachers.

At his first lesson, we discovered right away that he had gotten into some poor breathing habits, raising his chest and tensing his shoulders with every inhalation.  We worked on a lower, more relaxed breath, and he could easily see in the mirror when he was doing it right and wrong; but consistency was a challenge.  We also worked a little bit on connecting his head voice to his chest register, which helped stabilize his intonation and vibrato to some extent.  I told him that his voice is different now than it was when he was a young man, but there are definitely techniques he can work on to improve the still-beautiful voice he has. He left feeling somewhat encouraged but still wondering if he would really be able to improve.

Yesterday was the big breakthrough.  He returned breathing correctly with much more consistency and feeling much more comfortable about doing so.  As he sang, we became aware of his throat tightening on lower notes.  We began to talk about keeping the throat open and relaxed, not “pushing” the sound out.  He immediately remembered his former teacher had worked with him on the “bel canto idea of drinking in the sound” (his words – remember I told you he knows the language of singing) because, he said, his tendency is to attack and conquer.  This opened up a discussion about singing as relaxing, as letting go (something foreign to his activity-loving nature), of letting the breathing muscles do their job and keeping the body free rather than “set.”

I suggested he swing his arms as he sang.  He moved them back and forth very deliberately.  I asked if he would allow me to hold his upper arms and move them for him, which he was glad to do.  He immediately felt the arm tension, and was just as quickly able to release it and enable me to swing his arms freely.  He then was able to do it himself, with amazing effect on his tone.  His vibrato ceased to be a wobble, and his resonance was beautifully balanced.  That’s when he began to smile.  He said, “That sounds like I used to.”

We found that he could descend to his lowest notes with excellent balance of tone on the /i/ vowel.  We worked first on creating a taller, less spread /i/ sound and then used it as a barometer to match /o/ and /a/ vowels down to his lowest notes.  He quickly realized that he didn’t need to open his mouth much on the bottom and could easily match vowels and create a beautiful sound by changing tongue position while maintaining interior space.  Frequent reminders to “drink in the sound” and the continued arm-swinging kept his body free.  He said he felt as if he wasn’t “doing anything” but the sound made him so happy.  He was astounded that such a sound could emerge when everything felt so easy.

Lastly we worked up to his higher range, using ascending/descending 5-note scales on /i/ changing to /a/ after the first two notes.  He has great tongue and jaw position, very relaxed, with a natural openness as he ascends.  Continued reminders of “watch your breath,” “no pushing,” and “drink in the sound” enabled him to ascend to a-flat with a gorgeous, free tone.  He was thrilled to go so high (when I asked him what note he thought he had sung, he said “f”), and again was amazed at how easy it felt.

Next week we are going to begin applying some of his new knowledge to his part in the choir music.

He left beaming.  He said, “I was going to quit.  I had prayed about it, but now I feel like God wants me to keep singing a little longer.”  I asked him how old he is and was astounded when he said 76.

I left beaming too.  What a joy, what a blessing, to see joy return to Harry’s face and to his singing.

KnoxCAM is making a new informational video about what we do.  Kevin Wines, one of our actors, and also an expert film-maker is putting it together.  Today he and I had the blessing of going to Morgan County Prison and doing video interviews with two of the inmates about the impact KnoxCAM has had on their lives.  As always, the prison staff were wonderful to work with, and we are so grateful they allowed us this opportunity.

The men talked about how, at first, they were confused about who we were and why we were there.  They thought we might be paid to come.  When they figured out we were there out of love and a desire to minister, it was overwhelming to them.  They kept saying how much it meant to them that we would choose to spend time with them.  Ricky said you could tell when people come in to minister because they know they are “supposed to” versus because they really want to; he said it was easy to see that we really want to be there and stressed again how much that means to them. Christopher said he has noticed it often rains when we are there, and how it doesn’t matter to us; we trundle ourselves and all our equipment through whatever kind of weather it is.  He said he had been attending worship services in a half-hearted manner, really just for something to do, until he attended our concert.  As a result of our being there he realized how much he needs Jesus, and he committed himself to getting serious with the Lord.  He also wrote to his children about what we had done, and as a result has gotten much closer to them than he was before.  They urged us to keep coming back and said what an encouraging thing it is to be reminded of how God is working even in prison.

What a joyful and humbling experience!  There’s lots more, but you will have to wait for the video!