Today, I found out that the song I cowrote with my friend Bill Pasch has been accepted by Augsburg Fortress publishers. It’s a church song inspired by Get Low, and while Bill did most of the work, he felt that I did enough to deserve some of the credit.
The insanity of this is obvious to anyone who has ever heard me sing or play an instrument. I am extremely non-musical. My children cover their ears when I sing. I’m just awful, and yet here I am, a songwriter. Eighteen months from now, after the song is published, some church choir is going to sing this song. They’re going to look down, see my name next to Bill’s, and think “These guys are pretty good.”
If only they knew.
Because Bill did most of the work, part of me feels like a fake. At the same time, though, I feel the same way about this that I feel anytime I’ve ever had anything published. I feel thankful. I’m honored and humbled that someone would pay money for something I helped make. And that’s an awesome feeling.
Also, I think this is an amazing reminder of how God can do things we never imagined. If I can be a songwriter, well, anybody can be anything! Really! That’s inspiring and wonderful, and makes a teeny bit of fakery a whole lot easier to live with.