People who regularly attend the service are used to hearing him sing in his exuberant fashion. Newcomers, not so much. Sometimes I see them smile... in wonder, and they look around to see if anyone else has noticed the distraction. Those who are there weekly are not so distracted.
Every time I hear him sing, I am struck anew...
I don't think God hears my voice raised in worship because I am the loudest. Or because I am on key. Or because I can keep up with the beat.
I think it has more to do with the condition of my heart in worship.
And so, when I hear this dear man sing, my pride falls away, and I know that he is being heard first and foremost... Not because he is LOUDEST, or ON KEY, or KEEPING UP with the beat. But because his heart is in tune with Christ, and the true worship of the moment.